A Tramp and the dark night, wind in her hair, long legs and a kissable bottom. She sits on a stool with a cigarette lit and smoking hard, He walks toward her with his fingers crossed. She is wild and hard to keep, he wants to make love to her in every direction and feel her curves as he caresses her beautiful mind making her fall in love with him and to want him to fuck her. He stands in front of her while she smokes that cigarette, all she could see was his crotch so she kept starring, he looked kinky for a good fuck and she always likes a good fuck. She looked high but knew her grip and had control all the way to the top of her knee and down inside. He had a nice ride and she loved a man with a good ride. She knows she’s beautiful, she knows she’s wanted. The keys of his ride in her palm, she sits in to take lead making sure while she drove that he felt the bumps as her hands massaged his tents while they were pitching with blank folds and the want for more. Some charlie for old and good times, she rolls the note and cuts the line, he looked nervous but encouraging of her moves. She continues to drive. Her hands come closer toward her, she begins to feel horny with his sounds of lusting, Sex was on her mind, she fingers herself while he watches her still pitching. Driving around she has great control over her drifts and speed, she cums while he pitches his ride. Some candy ass music and hard rain in a drop top of lust. She breaks and gets on top of him, she rides him with all the blowing and wanking, He cums in her mouth while she rubs him hard and warm. He wants to fuck her again, she is bored and over his want for her. She throws him out as he keeps wanting her. She drives that topless ride into breezy space for a new leash.
He saw the light, he saw the trouble coming, was once strong but now weak, she knew all that was missing within him. She was sex with a wealthy attitude. He waited for her all his long life, he never gave up. He made love to her once, enough to hold on to his lust toward her sexiness. She was a beauty with a wild mind, kinky thoughts would arouse her lines. lean and well endowed she could be a Mans dream. Red was her colour, nude was her theme. He waited for her to see him, he knew she’d want him as soon as her sight fled toward him. She starred at his crotch as she sweated down her lips, she looked tempted with that thirst for his cock. Sad and in despair he only sat there looking at what could be his. Fearless and wanting she waited for him to approach her. The want for love, to be held, to be fucked hard. their minds were on the same wave length. Soon enough he’d grip on to her, play with her body, move his fingers in the places he’d once fantasized touching, love her, fuck her and never stop wanting her. All these visions were what was suppos-ed, implementing their thoughts into the sheets reserved to fold their love and warmth. Love making was only an act as love was in absence.