Midnight empty park. We are walking along empty alleys - now it is the middle of the week, and those who have to get up tomorrow are already sleeping in their stuffy apartments. Speaking of some trifles like books and music, we go deep into the depths, where few people go even during the day.
But we can, we are local, we know every path here. And down an inconspicuous staircase we descend into darkness. There, where a spring beats from under the limestone slabs.
Fires are burning somewhere above, and here, near the spring, only their reflections.
And if someone, approaching the edge of the cliff, looks down, he will certainly not hear or see us.
We all also talk about trifles. Does it make sense to talk about serious things at night? I'm half-sitting on the cold granite fence. The girl paces back and forth, talking about something. For a second, she stops in front of me, and that's enough for me. My hands rest on her waist, drawing her towards me. I see her slightly confused eyes and dig my lips into her lips. Words are not needed when there are kisses.
We kiss passionately, and my hands explore her body, glide over the thin fabric of the dress, under which there is elastic flesh, bra straps, panty elastic, their fabric.
I give a short slap to her buttocks. The girl shudders, squeals briefly, but the kiss continues.
Do you need a belt or a palm? I whisper in her ear.
- It is necessary with a belt ... But it is better with a palm.
I unfasten my belt and take it out. I tie the girl's hands behind her back. Another moment and I'm sitting. Her hips are in my lap, but her chest and legs are on the cold granite. I lift the hem of her dress, exposing her ass, covered in thin black panties. They are a sign that what is happening between us is not a random act, and she agreed to this, going here.
And I put my palms on her ass. The girl responds to the blows, shuddering and screaming. It's dark in here, and I can only guess how the blood rushes to her skin, I can hear her breathing - uneven and deep. I strike again and again, and the answer is groans.
Pushing her panties a little to the side, I penetrate her. She's hot and wet, and she definitely liked my strokes.
The time is late. We still need to finish this walk. Putting the girl on her knees, I release my cock and direct it into her mouth. She obediently accepts it. The girl's hands are still tied behind her back and I fuck her in the mouth like it's another vagina. I hold her by the hair the way I would otherwise hold her hips.
She is in my power, she is a toy, barely responsible for her actions. It turns me on - the member stands firmly, and soon I feel an orgasm. As soon as I can take my dick out of her mouth, I come.
My sperm falls on her freckles, glasses, hair. The girl looks a little offended, but I stroke her hair, and when she gets up, I kiss her.
After, we return through the park, again talking about nonsense.
Her hands are still tied and my seed is drying on her face...
The park is still empty.