No, no way in hell. They where NOT doing it here, not in a fucking park! There where trees and the area was a tiny bit excluded from the main area of the park but still! "I'm not doing this." You blush, turning away only to have yourself be dragged backwards by the arm.
You look up at your girlfriend, a few inches taller with her beach blonde hair...and that damn cat grin you can't resist. And that fucking outfit; a tight black dress that accented every curve the perfect way, hugging her smaller boobs and making them more defined and ending only a few inches past her ass.
"For me?" She purrs, running a hand over your breasts. Gently she cups one but holds it hard enough to drag you next to her. "Let me play with my favorite toy." She says, biting your throat and running her thumbs over your breasts through your shirt and bra. You squirm, looking at the ground.
Whether you liked it or not you where getting fucked in the park.
"Alex is coming here to, he loves the idea of fucking you in a park. I just don't know where that lazy bastard is." She frowns slightly. "Ah well, more for me until he shows up." She grins. "Now let's play." She chuckles and walks you up against a tree, the bark scraping at your back through your shirt.
You grimace as the tree scrapes you but can't help but moan as she rubs herself against your body, her smaller boobs pressing against yours. She runs her hands up your shirt, burning up your pale stomach as she goes. Her hands again run up to your breasts but quickly pull down your bra' while keeping them clipped so that your boobs are free but pointing in a more upwardly direction.
Her thumbs roll over your soft pink nipples; relishing in the feeling of them as they harden under her longer then average nails now colored a deep green like the leaves of the tree. She paws at your breasts, massaging them but at the same time dragging her nails over them so that she leaves pale scratches on your chest. Your nipples don't avoid them either, being roughly pinched between her nails and then sharply pulled down and twisted. You gasp, shaking.
Her mouth is hot, you know because she's just began to suckle roughly on one of your nipples through your shirt while her hands still maw at your large breasts. Your nipple feels like it's on fire, her teeth and tongue playing with the small berry of pink flesh but switching from each one.
Again you find yourself gasping and one of her hands travel down to your crotch, running her nails over the damp area of your crotch. You shiver against the tree, squirming as her nails press against your shorts. She runs her hand up from your mound, dragging her nails over your shirt and up to your throat, gripping it tightly. You make a small gasp and as you try to make another one you find yourself unable to, just closing and opening your mouth. You can't breath!
As you realize that, she releases your throat from her grasp and you're left sucking back air, filling your lungs....and with your crotch burning. The heat courses through you, burning your skin, making you break out in a rushed sweat. And, at the center of it all, the heat clawed desperately for release from your crotch, making you squirm and gasp softly with each passing second.
You want release so bad; you are almost shaking, dying to come. So much in fact you take the initiative to move forward and wrap your arms in a lover's embrace around her neck and kiss her. She's almost surprised but grips your ass tightly, almost lifting you up. Your breasts are almost hitting her chin from how far your bra pushes the up. She grins but leans down to kiss you back.
"Getting started without me?" He asks, scaring the both of you.
He appeared from behind a few bushes, dressed in tight black jeans that hung low on his hips and a dark green shirt that clung to his chest.
"Holy shit!" You heard her yell and reflexively grip your ass tighter through your jeans; all her finger nails poking into you making you squeal even louder as you press yourself against her body.
"You almost made me piss myself!" You cry, blushing and playing with her shirt.
He chuckles, smirking and apologizes by kissing both of you gently on the forehead. "Sorry girls." He says and the anger you both feel disappears. "Now, why do you still have clothes on?" He asks, looking you up and down.
"I was waiting to unwrap our toy together." She smirks, running her fingers over your shirt making you shiver.n
He grins. "Good." He laughs and comes up behind you while she stays on front of you and their hands work quickly to disrobe you; your shirt falls away in seconds, followed by your bra. She kisses you, her tongue hot as it enters your mouth and just as your tongues touch her nails squeeze your nipples and pull them.