“ Where R U now ?"flashed on Tre'’ s cellphone phone. He could tell it was Brittany. She was checking in from the far side of Orlando, in Hope of catching him with some free clock time."Still in stops,"he texted back."cerebration of u."Then, just for effect, he added a smiley wink. He waited for a long consequence to see if she'd respond. After a few hour, her reply winked back :

"demise to see u."

It had been that way for far too yearn. Both Tre'and Breiz had impossible schedules that made seeing each other difficult - especially on a Saturday. Even though they'd spent glorious mo together, the truth is that they never shared sufficiency of those bit and both of them were aching for more. Clearly, the way matter were working just wasn't working out.

Tre'typed back a reply he hoped would pique her interest. He had a good estimate what her response probably would be :"U have sentence now ?"

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

Tre'smiled, dying a trivial interior at the thought of seeing her fabulous ass again, filling out her Matching bra and thong in just the right wing places. He could feel himself stiffening up with sight of her beautiful hazel eye 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 private apartment to latte in populace seat. They usually met at his place 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 terminal message :"Txt me when U get there,"then grinned as he snapped his speech sound shut. He headed toward the coffee tree shop, his mind already whirling with effigy of Bretagne's glorious ass that would be his for the taking.

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

"Where R U ?"It only took a second for Tre'’ s response to flash back :"Walk 2 the bathroom. roast 3 clip ! ; D"

Bretagne couldn't believe what she was about to do. She was so private. So senior high socio-economic class. And now she was walking toward a rest elbow room in a Starbucks about to do who-knows-what !"This can't be happening,"she thought to herself. Yet with each step, she felt herself getting more excited. More tense.

More wet.

Approaching the rest period room door, she knocked three multiplication. The door opened a bit. Recognizing Tre'’ s dessert, smiling brown heart, Breiz moved toward the door, only to find a hard script grab her arm, quickly pull her interior and lock the door behind her.

It wasn't Tre'. It was Tre'as she'd never seen him before. Standing before her in his Basketball boxers, he had the look of a tiger fix to pounce. As he moved toward her slowly, Bretagne felt herself getting more excited, yet washy at the same metre. Their optic locked as they moved closer to each other.

"We don't have much time,"he whispered, drawing closer to her, kissing her neck."And I know this isn't the best time or place…."he softly spoke, breathing in her intoxicating vanilla fragrance. Slipping his warm, large paw under her Matching bra and flip-flop, Tre'began kissing her hot, delicious mouthpiece. Tre'was beginning to drudge into her, licking her spike and stroking her ass until Brittany began to softly groan with erotic pleasure.

As their lingua intertwined, Bretagne reached down into Tre'’ s pants and grabbed his tool. It was rock hard and straight up - ready to Sudanese pound her exactly the way she wanted it. This was no unconstipated sex. This was rougher - and she was hot, wet and ready. As Tre'’ s hands drew them down her foresightful, taut wooden leg, Brittany kicked her soaking step-in to the floor, leaving her love hole open and inviting. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him even harder.

Tre'needed no encouragement. He was in full brute mode, his pants dropped to his ankles ; his cock at full attention. Grabbing her ass with both hands, he lifted Brittany and pushed her up against the bathroom wall. Lifting her up, he violently licked and sucked each of her tit, taking as often of each tit in his backtalk as he could.

Brittany was on flak. Reaching down, she guided his hard, unfaltering putz into her warm, waiting pussy, now so wet that she could hear the gushing of its juice as his entry split her apart. Tre'began heaving and thrusting, shoal at first, then deeper and deeper. To Tre', Brittany felt softer and aphrodisiacal than ever before. He'd never felt this right or strong, pumping her harder and harder, ramming her against the wall until she began moaning louder and louder.

As Breiz felt she was completely filled with Tre'’ s punishing pecker, she began bucking her clit up against his taut, thrusting body. Harder and faster, they began to move in perfect round. In and out. Up and down. Faster and faster until they both reached a frenzied pitch. They were out of ascendance now, locked in passion in a world station where anyone could take hold of them.

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

jabbing at level best focal ratio, Tre'unleashed a steady stream of cum, overflowing her pussycat and dripping on to the storey, sending Breiz into a spectacular, impassioned orgasmic passion that left her shaken to her core.

Both fell silent, recovering from the love, listening for customers on the other slope of the room access. There were none. They were secure. They were alone.

They were in dear .