Let Mr. Wood hit a homerun

"I want it, Mr. Wood," you say, pressing against him.

"N-no," he glances again at Mrs. Cleft trimming her hedges, "Please don't."

You reach down beneath his belly and wrap your fingers around his throbbing shaft.

"I won't let you alone," you mash your tits into his chest, "until you put it inside me."

"I-I-," he stammers, "I can't."

"Yesss," you whisper and kiss his cheek. "I neeed it."

You tug on his prick and then rub the wet head up and down the satiny front

of your thong. You lean back a bit and guide his prick lower to rub across your puffy cameltoe. Mr. Wood is struck speechless, but he can't tear his eyes away from your thong.

Without another word you release his prick and hook your thumbs in the waist of your thong. You roll it down over your tight ass cheeks and expose your wet teenage pussy to the cool shade of the garage.

"Stop, please," Mr. Wood's voice is barely a whisper.

Your hand finds his prick again. You guide him by it, trading places with him as you hop up onto the workbench. You spread your legs wide to allow him to stand between them. With your other hand you part the lips of your sopping pussy so he can see the pink inside.

He resists for a moment, but as you tease the head of his cock against your clit and between your pussy lips he relents. You pull him into you, groaning as the fat dick stretches the walls of your tight cunny.

"Oh god," he moans.

"Just me, Mr. Wood," you assure him as you wrap your legs around his waist.

You dig your heels into his back and draw his prick all the way inside your steaming cunt. His weight bears down on you as he succumbs to the feeling and begins to thrust in and out of your sopping pussy. The fat length of his prick feels fantastic and you roll your hips and arch your back to greet each thrust.

He gazes down at you, breaking out into a smile as sweat begins to form on his red face.

"T-thank you," he grunts between thrusts.

"Thank you, Mr. Wood," you reply and then close your eyes and moan with pleasure.

You pull up your tank top around your neck and drag the cups of your bra above your big breasts so the older man can watch them jiggle and bounce with each thrust of his cock. He bends down and licks at your nipples. You squeeze his cock with the walls of your pussy.

As Mr. Wood fucks you harder and harder, as he sucks and bites your bouncing titties, you turn your head to peer out of the garage at Mrs. Cleft. She stands watching, too stunned to move, as the older man's prick hammers in and out of your cunt and his big balls slap against your tight pink asshole.

You feel your orgasm building around the ridged dick buried in your wet pussy. Your eyes meet Mrs. Cleft's. You pinch and tug at your nipples. Mr. Wood grips your hips and rams his prick into you again and again.

"I'm g-gonna cum soon," he gasps, his sweat dripping on your jiggling tits. "Is it...should I...?"

The question hangs in the air as your own climax threatens to tip you over the edge.