No, public fun

Tyrone broke the kiss to look down at my body, taking in the sight of my naked breasts. “Beautiful,” he murmured, dipping his head to take one nipple into his mouth.

I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips as he sucked and licked my sensitive flesh. His hands continued their exploration, moving lower until they reached the wetness between my thighs.

“Oh, Tyrone,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in his hair as he stroked me.

“You’re so wet,” he growled against my skin. “Is this all for me?”

I nodded, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through my body. Tyrone’s touch was magical, sending shivers of delight through every nerve ending. I had never felt this way before, never been so consumed by desire.

As he continued to touch me, I felt my climax building. It had been so long since I had been with a man, and never with anyone as skilled as Tyrone. I was close, so close, and I knew it wouldn’t take much more to send me over the edge.

“Tyrone,” I breathed, my hips arching up to meet his touch. “I’m… I’m going to…”

He looked up at me, understanding in his eyes. With a wicked grin, he increased his pace, his fingers working me with a skill that left me breathless. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure consumed me.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, I looked up at Tyrone, my chest heaving. “That was… wow.”

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

I reached between us, my hand finding his hard length through his jeans. “Now it’s your turn.”

Tyrone’s eyes darkened with desire as I began to stroke him through the rough fabric. “Fuck, Brenda,” he growled, his hips thrusting forward to meet my touch.

Emboldened by his reaction, I quickly unbuttoned his jeans, reaching inside to free his erection. He was big, so big that my fingers couldn’t close completely around him. I stroked him, marveling at the size of him in my small hand.

“You’re so big,” I whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes.

His voice was low and husky as he spoke. “Do you think you can take me?”

Instead of answering, I dropped to my knees in front of him, looking up with a sultry gaze. His eyes widened slightly, surprise and desire flashing across his face.

“I think I can try,” I purred, leaning forward to lick the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” Tyrone breathed, his hands tangling in my hair as I took him into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, savoring the taste of him. He was hot and hard, his length throbbing against my tongue. I bobbed my head up and down, taking him as deep as I could, my hand stroking the base of his shaft.

Tyrone growled above me, his hips thrusting gently to meet my movements. I could tell he was trying to be careful, not wanting to hurt me, but I wanted more. I wanted to feel his passion, his desire.

Releasing his cock with a soft pop, I looked up at him. “Don’t hold back,” I told him