“ Where R U now ?"flashed on Tre'’ s cadre phone. He could differentiate it was Brittany. She was checking in from the far side of Orlando, in hopes of catching him with some free time."Still in Chicago,"he texted back."thought of u."Then, just for upshot, he added a smiley split second. He waited for a tenacious moment to see if she'd respond. After a few arcminute, her response winked back :

"Dying to see u."

It had been that way for far too long. Both Tre'and Breiz had unsufferable schedules that made seeing each other difficult - especially on a Saturday. Even though they'd spent glorious moments together, the true statement is that they never shared enough of those import and both of them were aching for more. Clearly, the way things were working just wasn't working out.

Tre'typed back a reception he hoped would pique her interest. He had a goodness idea what her reply probably would be :"U have time now ?"

"4 wat ? ; ) Where ?"she replied.

Tre'smiled, dying a piddling inside at the thinking of seeing her fabulous ass again, filling out her Matching bra and flip-flop in just the right places. He could feel himself stiffening up with visions of her beautiful hazel eyes gazing into his own. Tre'knew he had to get a hold of the situation.

"Starbucks,"he typed."The 1 near u."He could tell she would be confused by that. She preferred Dr. Peppers in buck private flat to caffe latte in public places. They usually met at his piazza or hers. By suggesting Starbucks, Tre'knew Brittany's curiosity would get the better of her. It worked :

"OK. C U in 10 min."Tre'texted one last content :"Txt me when U get there,"then grinned as he snapped his phone shut. He headed toward the java workshop, his mind already whirling with images of Breiz's glorious ass that would be his for the taking.

Brittany arrived at the coffee workshop on time, looking around to see if Tre'was anywhere nearby. After a few minutes of searching, it was clear up he was nowhere in heap. Bretagne pulled out her phone and began to text.

"Where R U ?"It only took a second for Tre'’ s answer to twinkle back :"Walk 2 the bathroom. Knock 3 times ! ; D"

Brittany couldn't believe what she was about to do. She was so private. So high class. And now she was walking toward a sleep way in a Starbucks about to do who-knows-what !"This can't be happening,"she thought to herself. Yet with each measure, she felt herself getting more excited. More tense.

More wet.

Approaching the repose room room access, she knocked three time. The door opened a bit. Recognizing Tre'’ s confection, smiling John Brown eye, Bretagne moved toward the door, only to feel a firm hand snap her arm, quickly pull her inside and lock in the door behind her.

It wasn't Tre'. It was Tre'as she'd never seen him before. Standing before her in his basketball game Shorts, he had the flavour of a tiger ready to pounce. As he moved toward her slowly, Brittany felt herself getting more excited, yet frail at the Sami time. Their eyes locked as they moved closer to each other.

"We don't have much metre,"he whispered, drawing closer to her, kissing her neck opening."And I know this isn't the best clock time or place…."he softly spoke, breathing in her intoxicating vanilla extract scent. Slipping his warm, large hands under her Matching bra and lash, Tre'began kissing her hot, delicious oral fissure. Tre'was beginning to grind into her, licking her capitulum and stroking her ass until Brittany began to softly moan with erotic pleasure.

As their tongues intertwined, Brittany reached down into Tre'’ s pants and grabbed his pecker. It was rock hard and straight up - ready to pound her exactly the way she wanted it. This was no fixture sex. This was rougher - and she was hot, wet and ready. As Tre'’ s hands drew them down her long, taut branch, Brittany kicked her soaking panties to the floor, leaving her love hole unfastened and inviting. She wrapped her arms around his neck opening and kissed him even harder.

Tre'needed no boost. He was in broad animate being style, his gasp dropped to his ankles ; his shaft at wide attending. Grabbing her ass with both custody, he lifted Breiz and pushed her up against the bathroom rampart. Lifting her up, he violently licked and sucked each of her nipples, taking as much of each tit in his rima oris as he could.

Brittany was on fire. Reaching down, she guided his hard, stiff turncock into her warm, waiting pussycat, now so wet that she could hear the gushing of its juices as his entry split her apart. Tre'began heaving and thrusting, shallow at firstly, then rich and mystifying. To Tre', Brittany felt softer and sexier than ever before. He'd never felt this muscular or inviolable, pumping her harder and harder, ramming her against the bulwark until she began moaning louder and louder.

As Brittany felt she was completely filled with Tre'’ s difficult cock, she began bucking her clit up against his taut, thrusting body. Harder and faster, they began to move in perfect rhythm method. In and out. Up and down. Faster and faster until they both reached a frenzied rake. They were out of command now, locked in passion in a world place where anyone could catch them.

Slamming into her again and again, Tre'slowly pulled back and stared once more into Brittany's wide-open hazel eyes. She knew what that look meant :"We're both going to number at the same time…and that time…is…NOW !"

Thrusting at upper limit speed, Tre'unleashed a steady stream of cum, overflowing her snatch and dripping on to the floor, sending Bretagne into a dramatic, fervid orgasmic passion that left her shaken to her core.

Both fell silent, recovering from the passion, listening for customers on the other side of the threshold. There were none. They were safe. They were alone.

They were in dear .