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Jacked Up... Jilled Off

I was not real happy to be boarding a bus for Albany... leaving NYC in the middle of the night. The party there so fun and though it was late, I was still Jacked up pretty good, could have stayed up till dawn. Thinking to myself... hell, four hours on a bus. I settled into my seat a few rows back from my friend. Sleep did not come but the idea of reaching for the polite East Indian did. Thoughts flooding my mind... such a nasty girl to think of taking advantage of this proper gentleman... what difference will it make in 100 years if I do... my heart racing...what if someone gets up and heads back to the bathroom... can I cum quietly... my temples throbbing... I dare myself into simply reaching out... took his hand... slipping his fingers under the edge of my panties after unzipping... he did not resist as I stroked my clit, his hand under mine, me working it well... showing him the pace and pressure I desired... not a word was passed between us... this was one of hottest orgasms... he tipping his finger in my cream... the deeper he went the harder it was to stay composed... me struggling not to make a sound. He Jilled me off and I slept all the way to Albany. A sweet smile on my face.


Posted on: 2005-11-02 00:00:00 | Author: