Women Seeking Women #130 - Scene 3

Danny had already figured out what June 10th would bring the second he spotted Angela near the shop entrance. Her eyes found his, smoldered, and that was all the go-ahead he needed. She tugged him into a shadowed corner, fingers working fast at his belt, and next thing his cock was out in the warm air and her hand was pumping him with quick, firm strokes. Her tits pressed soft and heavy against his chest while her lips crashed into his, the kiss all spit and teeth, tongues battling, wanting to devour. Right out in the open like that, someone could walk past any second, and the risk only made his shaft twitch harder in her fist. Her fingers squeezed at the tip just how she knew he liked, smearing the bead of precum, rolling it down the length while her other hand cupped his balls with firm ownership. Danny grabbed her waist, pulled her in closer, balls already drawing up tight, his whole body thrumming with the electric edge of getting off like that. For one hot moment, nothing else existed but the slide of her grip, the smell of her shampoo, the slap of skin against skin in the almost-dark, raw as hell and exactly where he wanted to be.