....Not Just Any Banana

“Jason, what is that?” Laura’s head popped up. A rather hard object had started to poke into the side of her hip. Laura was still bent forward with her elbow resting on her knee while she was balancing on her other leg which in turn made her very vulnerable.

“Well, you see I’ve been staring at this ass for a few minutes now and I just can’t help it.” Jason says as his hand continued to massage Laura. Took a minute for it to register but the light bulb went off in Laura’s head and she realized it was Jason’s cock.

“Jason…. seriously that’s a bit inappropriate.” is what Laura wanted to say. But instead, it came more out as a gasp and blush. Laura’s heart began to race, and she felt an ache between her thighs. Jason still let up and continued to grind against her.

“Jason, you need to control that thing. Don’t get any ideas.” Laura stammers. She wasn’t some whore Jason could use. However, with every throb she felt from Jason’s cock got her closer to the breaking point.

“Oh, please you didn’t stop me at all when I came over and started helping you and you haven’t even tried to move away. I bet you’ve fine this whole time. Thinking about my cock got your all carless. Especially since it been so long. Make me wonder how you actual feel.” Jason says just so as his hands began to roam. He wasn’t wrong. Laura had been really itching to get off and knowing that cock hanging between Jason’s legs were so ready and waiting got her mind racing. Truth was she liked this attention no matter how vulgar it was. However, she knows this is going a bit further than she intended and needed to move on.

Just as Laura was about to get off the bar and slap Jason in the face she froze in place as she felt his hand slip under the elastic of her yoga shorts. Her voice cracked as he traced his finger over her tight asshole and made his way to her surprising wet pussy.