Blowjob in the park

It was a warm, October day. Steve stopped by me on his ford. I do not like to drive if there is someone who can do it for me. It was
quite far from the park, but the time went by fast. My partner was clearly uneasy, but his jimmies was pleasant. Having left the car
on the parking, we went for a walk. Even though it was the week-day, lots of people were walking around. I proposed to Steve to put
it off for another day, but he did not want to. We went a little bit father. Steve stopped at the fence, and looked around.
– Give it a go.
I could see some people walking far off, but trying not to get distracted and to forget that they might spot us, I dropped on knees. I
quickly opened his pants and pulled out Steve’s dick. My regular customer has a big dingle-dangle, and the main thing was that it
works great, so it won’t last too long.
– Suck it, a whore.
When I opened my painted lips, I took his cock in my mouth, pressing two fingers at the fascia. Actually it was quite chilly around,
but I got sweat.
-Fucking whore,- passed Steve’s lips.
We both like swear words. He loves to humiliate me with words, and I like to hear all this, but the setting around us was quite
nervous and risky. Unfortunately, I couldn’t relax and just get satisfaction. I must drive the man to orgasm quite soon. I was working
on it without worrying about my personal comfort, doing sharp gulp moves and wanking his fascia off.
– What a bitch you are. I’ve never met such a rotten slut.
And that's right. Who else can agree on doing that?
His hard dick easily penetrated my mouth with my tongue sealed against the roof, and then went half off easy enough. It was a good
stimulation. In such a pace he might cum in a minute. And the dick in my mouth shivered from the expectation.
– You are a bloody freebie.
I heard a woman crying aside. She definitely appealed to us. Then there was a man’s cry, but I didn’t pay attention.
– Cuming. On the face – Steve commanded.
These were the conditions, so I quickly pulled out the dick from my mouth. The first stream hit my check, the second did the same.
There was not too much sperm, but it was enough for the photo.
– Stand up.
I obeyed him quietly, leaning on the fence. I was looking at the angry middle aged couple who were standing a little bit far away. I
did a few shots. It’s done. Now I can get myself done. While Steve was hiding his corrugated dingle-dangle, I was wiping dry the
sperm from my face. We were leaving that place in a hurry followed by the threat to call the police. Steve paid me in the car.
– Did you like it? – He asked me.
Now when the fear disappeared, I felt only sweet excitement.
-Yes, – I answered.

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