The Playground Part Two

I felt the heat of his skin transfer to mine and make its way to my pussy. I suddenly wanted this man to make me come and I wanted it now. I looked around to see what Paul was doing. He was engaged in conversation with the very attractive, blonde bartender with the ample bosom. He was paying me no mind. Here this stranger was touching me, making me want his dick in my mouth, and Paul was right there but none the wiser. It turned me on to have…

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