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Neuro submission transmitter 4

Date: 1/25/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

eyes glued to her cleavage and two guys behind her are trying not to let their wives see them checking out her ass. I don't blame them; her outfit leaves little to the imagination. I can't believe she got on a plane like that. She's wearing a short beige dress that clings to her body, riding high on her shapely thighs as she walks. The top crisscrosses between her breasts, displaying the rounded tops and inside curves of her tanned tits. It's obvious she's not wearing a bra and her nipples are readily apparent, sticking out like bullets through her thin dress. "Hi" She says, wrapping her arm around my neck and molding her body to mine as she kisses me on the lips. I squeeze her ass cheek as I return her kiss, pulling her tightly against my hardening cock. "Jesus, Susan, every guy on the plane must have a bulge in his pants, if not a wet spot." I say, looking her up and down. "There's only one bulge I'm interested in." She says, looking approvingly at the front of my jeans. "But I must admit, old teasing habits are hard to break and it was a turn-on for every guy to be leering at me and adjusting their crotches." "You're lucky their wives didn't gang up on you." I laugh, taking her overnight case and walking with my arm around her waist. "Thanks for picking me up by yourself." She says, leaning into me as we walk. "I don't think mom would approve of my outfit, do you?" I've let my hand slide down from her waist to her hip without feeling any panty line. "You're not wearing ... anything but that dress, are you?" I ask, my cock hardening more at the idea of Susan sitting on a plane with just her short, flimsy dress on. "Now that you mention it, I may have forgotten underwear." She laughs, as we arrive at the parking deck and I put her case in the car. I start to walk around to the driver's door but Susan grabs my arm. "Not so fast, Nick." She says, pulling me between the cars and wrapping her arms around my neck. "You haven't officially welcomed me home yet." She says, pulling me to her and pushing her tongue in my mouth. I slide my hands down her back and cup her ass cheeks, pulling her pussy tightly against my hard cock, kissing her feverishly. Susan has one hand behind my neck pulling my mouth hard against hers as our tongues dance around each other. Her other hand is kneading my ass while she grinds her pussy against me. Susan lifts one leg off the ground and rubs it up and down my thigh, while I reach my hand around her leg and slip it under the hem of her short dress. Squeezing her bare ass cheeks, I manage to slip one finger into her wet pussy and finger fuck her while I grind my rigid cock against her pussy mound. Susan pulls her face from mine and squats down, unfastening my pants to free my raging hard-on. I look around to make sure no one can see us, but she's gotten me so hard that I don't think I care at this point. We're in the middle of the parking deck with cars all around us. Susan pulls my pants and my jockey shorts down to my knees ...