Chelsea was white and in her mid-20s, and had grey-blue eyes. Sandy light-haired hair just flowing down. Size 3, with C loving cup and in a yellow sundress, with flyspeck white daisies all over. Cute white sandals. Small amber dangle earrings and a horn in scantling in the right slope with a pink gem.

She was with a group of friends at a streetside coffeehouse, one of those form where every table only has two stools, so she stood, hand casually on the table around her drink.

They were chatting about how often groceries were when a man came up behind her, drawing his cock out of his athletic shorts.

Her Quaker noticed him, and Chelsea noticed their formulation alteration and felt his comportment behind her.

She looked rearward in clip to feel his script on her back, pushing her torso forward, while her dress was lifted.

'' Oh, hey, '' she said, making eye striking with the man 's deep super C eyes as she leaned on her mitt, her hair slightly cascading into her view.

He was older, probably too soon 40s. Nice, shorter whisker with some grey, several inches taller than her, and he was sweaty like he had just gone for a run, his tanned white skin still glistening in the tardily aurora light.

'' Hey, watch the weewee Chelsea, '' true heath, a recondite auburn brunette said.

Chelsea was preoccupied.

'' Hi girl, sorry, but you looked fantastic, and I have n't fucked yet today. ``

'' It 's oka-uh ! Uh, uh, oh, red cent. roll in the hay ! Oh, ga-wd ! ``

The want of pantie made it easy for his cock to find her entree, and as he 'd spit on his deal then rubbed his cockhead, the starting time two inches of his seven slid in on the firstly thrust, cutting off her reaction, but he 'd proceeded to use what profoundness he had to have sex those two inches in a piffling deeply each time.

'' Uh, uh, make out yeah, god damn you feel every bit as right as you look, '' he said, tucking the back of her frock up into her bra strap to forbid it from falling onto his cock.

His mitt then came to her hips as she rotated them, giving him even easier access code to her cunt.

Chelsea looked up at her brunet friend Samantha, or Sam for shortly, who smiled as the man picked up his step, on about the 30th stab and ramming it all in, sending her boobs rocking in her bra and dress.

'' Oh, oh, uh ! God it 's deep, '' Chelsea said, reveling in the feeling of the deep penetration.

'' Do you wan na cum or just be quick ? '' he asked from behind her, slowly and gently moving in and out several in, letting her kitty-cat truly lubricant up.

'' well do n't be a staring dick, '' her other friend Paula, the early blonde of the mathematical group, said.

She came over to Chelsea 's side and reached down with her left hand and found her clit, beginning to rub it in humble circles.

'' Mmmhh ! '' Chelsea said, bucking her hips back on the rod inside her, her mouth dropping spread out after her sound as her eyes shot overt, but unfocused.

'' Kay, no vexation, '' he said, moving his hips and beginning to give her long, powerful humps, her ass boldness rippling and her mamilla again moving as much as their confines would let them.

She was up on her tip toes, and she felt her orgasm building quickly. She was getting taken, and he was going to pump her full, and her protagonist was helping her to get off.

Her entire existence had gone from planning a grocery store trip-up for the hebdomad to getting shafted and brought off in a matter of minutes.

'' liquidity crisis down on that stopcock Chel, '' Erica chimed in, taking a sip of water and trying to help. `` I keep telling you it 'll get you and him off faster. ``

Chelsea 's wanton centre found hers as her vision rocked back and Forth, her consistency being violated and used, and she did as her supporter said.

twinkle flew in her vision as her breath caught, her optic squeezing shut before snapping open and rolling back for a good long present moment as the pleasure hit her like a power hammer, her knees coming together as she pushed her spasming pussy back on the invader.

'' Ooooohhhhggggaaaawwwwwddddd '' she exclaimed, her stud now really giving it to her, sending her haircloth flying as her vaginal bulwark spasmed, Paula still rubbing her clit, but slowing down.

'' Jesus, give it to her, guy, '' Samantha said, having taken out her phone and was recording Chelsea 's lunch fucking.

'' Ohhh fuck ! Oh screw ! Here it comes ! Uh fuck ! Here, it, comes, slut, '' he exclaimed through gritted teeth, his pounding reaching a cresendo before his face changed, his whole consistence going into every screwing into her slick slit as his cum fired into her, her able to do nothing but read it.

Paula had allowed her to stop, as this WAS luncheon afterall, and multiples were rude in public. Chelsea had explained that she had plans for the day afterall.

Her aspect was reddened with exasperation and she was panting heavily, as both her and her stud enjoyed the after-joy of sex.

'' flavor better ? '' Chelsea said, looking back at the man that had just blown a consignment into her.

'' Oh man, yeah, '' he said, stepping back and causing her to pant slightly as his shrinking penis slipped out of her.

'' Here Chelsea, '' Erica said, holding out a napkin.

Chelsea said thanks, took it and put it to her crotch, catching the semen as it dripped out, and stood upright.

The man tucked his gumshoe back into his shorts, then pulled her dress from her back and let it fall.

'' Thanks, that 's sweet-flavored, '' she said with a smirk, and he returned it.

'' You 're receive, thank you miss, '' and he walked off, allowing the girls to go back to their conversation .