Covert Skills

Clemens moaned cutely. Teasing him. The Metallica guy was licking her wet twat so good. No control. He was in control of her pleasure. Her cute doe brown eyes. Blushed cheeks.

They lay in the grass by her Honda Civic. One hand on her bare breast. More than a handful. He sucked on her tits. Burying his face within her warmth. Sex with a stranger was so hot.

He lay on his back. She pulled off his jeans and then. Small penis! No! No! No! She was in the mood too. Jeez…

She tried hard not to make a face. Covert skills were needed here.

“I’m gonna get a condom from the car…” she said.

“Yeah babe,” he said. None the wiser.

She got into the front seat. Ignition. Fully nude. And drove off. Talk about a waste of time.