As I again tug lightly on your ballsack I feel a telltale stiffening in your shaft. I stand and retrieve my security bag. XXNX Lean mannequins model sports bras and yoga pants in the shop window. Your cock pierces my gripping lips and slowly slides into my mouth. Kneeling down, I wrap your shirt around your crotch like a tiny sarong. I hear you groan into the concrete skier as you rise on your tiptoes, aiding my velvet assault. My breasts press into your left arm and side as I flatten my left hand and press my fingers under your belt and down the front of your pants. I can sense you’re a flight risk. You grunt and your hands splay open to plead with me, but I am not one for mercy. They come to rest near the concrete bench. Far too much excitement in
