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I was looking across at her. I knew she was giving me that look. Me and my parents and younger sister were in Spain to celebrate my eighteenth. We’d been invited out tonight by the couple just down the corridor in our block of apartment. Etta and Simon Brody were there names. Etta was dressed in a smart lime green dress which clung to her figure. She must have been in her late thirties but it didn’t show. “Anyway, me and Simon love it here in Spain. It’s just fantastic. Sun, sea and….,” Etta giggled. “Hey less of that – there’s kids round,” Simon mockingly eryaman escort admonished her. I got up to go to the toilet, over at the other side of the bar. I got distracted by one of the locals for a few minutes on the way. He was asking whether I like eggs and chips because I was “English”.. Then I finally reached the toilet itself. When I opened the door, it was empty. I walked into one of the cubicles and undid my flies. I had just pulled my dick out from my trouser when I felt a hand reach round sincan escort my front from behind to take hold of it. “Guess who?” I was already growing increasingly hard against the mystery girls hand. I turned round. Standing there was Etta. “E-Etta…er…what….what are you after?” She didn’t even answer, pushing me down onto the toilet seat, while searching the inside of my mouth with her tongue. I pushed her short dress up to her wais and was surprised to find that she was wearing no underwear. She moved etlik escort slowly, spreading her thighs wide and sliding herself down, so that my rock hard cock slid fully up her. “Oh fuck….,” I groaned, trying to keep my noises to a minimum in case anyone walked in. Etta’s face was twisted in a fierce grimace as she vigorously drove herself up and down in my lap. I brushed aside her long, brown hair to kiss her neck as she leaned into my shoulder. “W-Why did you surprise me like that?” “I’ve been gagging for a fuck since we got off the plane,” Etta gasped as she continued to grind her hips against me. “Aaargh!” she cried out as, at the same time I felt a flood of wetness soaking my balls. She leaned into me for a few seconds, resting her head on my shoulder, breathing deeply. “Did you cum?” she whispered “No…no..not yet.” She slowly stood up on unsteady legs and I stood up with her.
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