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Chapter 7 by SparkyMan SparkyMan

What do you do now?

Go public!

You're left speechless as Trish deftly frees your swollen manhood from your tight jeans, yet still confines it by your black briefs. Trish snakes her hand between your pressed bodies, down into your briefs, until she is grasping your shaft. You look at Trish with wanton lust in your eyes as you decide what to do.

During your indecision, Trish has stroked your cock several times, bringing moisture to the head, which she smears back down over the shaft. You are still amazed that the crowd around you has no clue as to what the two of you are doing. Your fingers are slick with Trish's wetness as you continue to work them in and out of her tight confines. You feel the press of bodies against you, pushing the two of you together and into others around you.

Your fingers work their magic on Trish, sending her over the edge as she grips onto your rigid rod for stability. You feel the juices coat your hand as you continue to spread the wetness over her lips. She moans into your mouth as her orgasm cascades throughout her body.

Trish looks up into your eyes, and without speaking a word, you are aware of what she needs. With your free hand you reach around and cup her ass. You relish in the firmness of the globes as you squeeze the flesh. Trish meanwhile, has lowered your briefs, freeing your cock. Your other hand pulls away from her dripping faucet and reaches around to cup the other ass. Using you for support, Trish brings her legs up wrapping them around your waist, locking her ankles in the small of your back. You stand motionless as Trish is now poised directly over your throbbing totem pole. She looks into your eyes, and even though you can't hear her over the blaring music, you read her lips as she mouths, "fuck me!"

Trish has her arms wrapped around your neck as you slowly lower her towards your waiting missile. Her damp G-string easily slides to the side, granting you access to the warm, wet sheath. As you lower Trish, it feels as if you're putting on a tight, wet rubber, as her walls yield to the gravity of her weight. Trish's mouth gapes open, replenishing her displaced air. Trish is now totally upon your stiffness, as you remain motionless, relishing the pleasant feel. The throngs of people jamming to the music start their own rocking motion, sending the two of you back and forth. The natural flow of the crowd is controlling your tempo as you slide in and out of Trish.

This is fantastic, you think to yourself. Fucking in the middle of thousands of people and no one knows!

Trish is feeling the same sensations as you ignite another series of tremors within her body, when all of a sudden, she feels another hand running between her cheeks, pressing slightly against her puckered ring.

Who is it and what do they want?

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