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I stopped a little way short of the rest area, just to check everything was in place, to change to my girly glasses, put on my lace gloves, rings and jewellery and then headed to the place where we were to meet, arriving there about 10 minutes early.And there he was, sitting in his car, so I pulled in behind him – it’s a lovely, secluded and very sheltered spot - got out of my car and walked up to the passenger side of the car but it was locked, something of a surprise but he was sitting back in his seat with his pants open, his cock in his hand, gently wanking himself. I went to his door and he opened the window, we chatted for a few seconds so I leant inside to rub him, just to show I was interested in the rather splendid stiff boy thing he had on display.He opened his door, got out rather awkwardly as he was trying to keep his pants up and leant on the back of his SUV, I just knelt down, played with him for a few seconds and then gave him a mind blowing bj, he was really groaning. He hesitated for a second then his hand fell onto Sarah's ass, "Crack!" Over and over his hand slapped down over the cotton skirt. Sarah's cheeks bounced and jiggled with each spank. Her back arched, she gripped the covers tight, and bit her lip. Kevin usually didn't spank this hard or fast, but he wanted to build the sting quickly. And, her moans urged him on. He knew her ass was turning pink, but it wouldn't last for more than a few minutes if he stopped."How long do you want it to last?" Don't stop, I want to feel it for a long time," she gaspedKevin continued the spanking, making it faster. Sarah's head dropped as the pain increased. She bobbed her head with each strike, and tried to keep her legs still. Her gentle moans of pleasure were replaced by "ouches" and squeals. Sarah was about to ask him to stop, when he rested his hand on her, and began rubbing."Like that?" he asked."Oh, yes", she answered. She stood; both of her hands went right to buttocks, rubbing hard."Ding Dong!".
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