Yasmin cannot resist

A rough panted moan escapes from Yasmin's lips and Steph takes that as a cue to continue. Aiming for easier access Steph's free hand unzips Yasmin's skirt, letting it fall to the ground and leaving Yasmin completely exposed from the waist down.

Of course, anyone coming around the corner wouldn't get to see Yasmin's pussy, for Steph's hand was still there, her fingers gliding in and out of Yasmin's dripping pussy.

"Oh fuck," Yasmin moans, giving in and leaning back, her back pressing against Steph's chest as her knees begin to weaken, having to use Steph to hold herself up.

Unable to stop herself, Yasmin runs her hands over her shirt, cupping and fondling her breasts through the material.