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My Public Times Square Ass-Fuck

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“Bastard!” I turned to see the plastic cup exploding on impact, spilling a vivid red stain on the wall’s white. A clean shaven man in a Tuxedo gawped at the remains of the missile that had been intended for him. Finding the assailant did not take very long. She was out on the balcony muttering obscenities under her breath. The snow had driven the rest of the party back indoors but the crowds below were preparing to welcome the new year with barely diminished spirits. The balcony had never been very large but it had once had a view of Times Square. Today the square was only visible through the gaps in the letters of the neon signs etlik escort that covered the front of the building. If you stood in just the right spot you could see the illuminated ball that would drop at midnight through the middle of an O. “I have champagne if you promise not to spill it.” My quip was rewarded with the hint of a smile so I poured her a glass. “Dom Perignon,” I continued showing her the bottle, “wasting any would be a shame.” This brought a smile and after the first sip she began to talk. She needed to talk and likely something else more. Her red cocktail dress was no match for the chill keçiören escort wind and she consented to let me wrap my sheepskin coat around us both. But she understood my motive and slipped her arms into its sleeves to let me slip my hands inside her dress to touch bare flesh. The flimsy strapless dress was easily pushed aside and she wasn’t wearing a bra. A ring on her finger suggested that the nature of the dispute was marital. She pretended to be disinterested in my use of her body as she kept talking about her husband’s treachery but her nipples stiff like bullets and the change in her breathing kızılay escort as my fingers touched them betrayed her need. She continued talking as I pulled the dress up in a band around her waist and caressed her buttocks. But the talking stopped when my fingers homed in on their prize. She wasn’t wearing underwear and her slit was smooth as silk. She gave a sigh as my fingers slid between her labia already slick with her juices. A sudden roar from the crowd reminded me that we were in public. It was unlikely anyone looking up from below would see us but someone might come out from the party at any moment. Did she want to find somewhere more private? “Here, now, or never.” she spat. I didn’t need a second invitation, I unzipped my fly and pressed my erection between her legs. She tried to guide me inside but it was impossible for me to get more than the tip of my cock in her cunt with the coat fastened.

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