Even though they’d spent glorious moments together, the truth is that they never shared enough of those moments and both of them were aching for more. Tre’ was beginning to grind into her, licking her ears and stroking her ass until Brittany began to softly moan with erotic pleasure. They were out of control now, locked in passion in a public place where anyone could catch them. Brittany was on fire. Reaching down, she guided his hard, stiff cock into her warm, waiting pussy, now so wet that she could hear the gushing of its juices as his entry split her apart. They were alone. As Tre’’s hands drew them down her long, taut legs, Brittany kicked her soaking panties to the floor, leaving her honey hole open and inviting. “Still in Chicago,” he texted back. They usually met at his place or hers. They were alone.
