L.A. in New Orleans Ch. 02

"Give her a big goodnight kiss boss, she wants to give you a real nice one."

L.A. moved into Gerry's arms as he pressed her against the back of the bench, his lips looking feverishly for hers, finding her mouth open to his, her tongue ready and willing as she moaned her need onto his waiting lips. Her arms went up over his head leaving her body open to his hands, his fingers already weighing her breasts and pulling her nipples free of the dress. She opened her eyes as Gerry tugged at her nipples, she pulled the snaps of his shirt open, then pressed her naked breasts against his firm smooth chest. She moaned back into his mouth as he turned them so his butt was resting on the top of the bench, giving his hands the opportunity to cup her bottom and pull her tight against his crotch. She could feel the heat and hardness between his legs pressing into her swollen sex, and she moaned again as she started to grind against his hardness, rubbing herself on the outline of his shaft. His hands slid further down then under her skirt, his fingers splayed on her firm rounded bottom, Gerry could feel the muscles in her ass writhe as she moved on his cock, up and down, back and forth. She moaned a sensuous "Yes" against his lips when he slid her off her feet, her legs spreading as he opened her for better contact on his throbbing shaft, he could almost feel her pussy lips molding along his length. Pete stood watching her legs wrap around Gerry's, her ass cheeks spread wide as he held her tight, her tiny pink asshole pulsing above her thick labia splayed wide and wet as she moved on the huge bulge in his pants.

L.A. broke the kiss, her breathing too ragged to continue as she ground herself on Gerry's denim encased cock, she could hear his breathing was as heavy as hers. She looked back and saw Pete enjoying the view of her exposed bottom churning on Gerry's bulge, his hands pulling her cheeks apart as he pressed her against his needy member, she could feel the cool air on her open butt hole and splayed and slick pussy lips. Gerry was grinding with even more purpose now and she could feel him tense, sensing it was his time she moved even faster up and down his length, then felt the first of many powerful spasms rack the length of his shaft, his breathing down to just grunts of exertion. L.A. joined his grunting as each spasm twitched over her swollen clit, her orgasm matching his in power and length. She kissed his cheek as he lowered her to the ground, then watched as he quietly walked away, a large wet spot marking the front of his jeans.