Riders On The Storm
Her attempts to keep dry, made her wetter than ever!
Dark skies rumbled. We dashed, puddles avoided, clothing drenched. "Down here!" he cried, above the storms turmoil. Shelter, a darkened, roofless entry-way. Breathless and bedraggled, we laughed. We kissed, his hand groped my heaving breast. "Not here!" I gasped. His zipper pulled, as lightning flashed, my husband's rampant cock revealed! Some nearby fo...