Peter Mcciskill

the ride of his fucking life. I instantly note that both of your dicks are rising beneath your jeans. I make eye contact with you, and nod at his jeans, and you smile. I slowly reach down and begin to run my hand up and down his thigh. He jumps at first, and his eyes meet yours, you nod in approval, and relaxes. I slowly work my way towards his dick, and begin to massage it through the fabric of his jeans. I grab his hand and place it on my boobs, and encourage him to begin to rub and squeeze them. While my top half is occupied by his hand, you begin to work my bottom. You begin to rub my pussy (which is dripping wet) through my tight jeans, only adding fuel to the fire. I spread my legs