Roger does Danielle

As the backyard grew dimmer by the light of the blood moon, Danielle slowly pulled Roger backwards with her, away from the crowd of neighbors with their heads pointed skyward. Her old boyfriend eagerly followed along, his erection being used like a steering wheel until she got to the door of the family storage shed.

Danielle twisted the handle quickly and practically pushed the strapping athlete inside.

"Really, Danielle? You want to do it here?" asked Roger, uncertain of his good fortune, even as he tugged his sweatpants and briefs off. Danielle reached up to pull on a cord to light up the shed.

"Yes, Roger, yes!" Danielle growled as she tugged her tee over her head and draped it over the hood of the red riding mower and leaned on it.

"This what you guys wanted to see under that hem, huh?" she asked coyly waggling the full moons of her twenty-year-old ass coyly. Her pussylips shone bare and wetly between the cleft of her cheeks.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Roger beamed, stepping between her well-toned, spread legs. He aimed the dripping head of his fratboy cock at the pulpy lips and pushed with a big sigh. He grasped his former girlfriend's waist and pulled her back to him as he thrust his hips forward.

Ooowwoowoo!" the horny coed howled, head up in the air, like a wolf baying to the brightening moon outside the small window. She squeezed down on Roger's plunging cock, as he continued to pummel her tight pussy. Both were hurriedly swept to their climax by their passion when each saw a face in the window.