He led Karen around the car’s bonnet (his arm constantly moving down her body until it was resting firmly on her arse) and then opened the passenger’s door allowing her to sit down. Porn vedio She kept facing forward, attempting to conceal her fright from him. Darren joined Karen on the sofa, he knelt behind her- his erect, unprotected eight inches nearly gracing her unguarded clit with contact. Meanwhile, Mr Benson was rubbing Karen’s face against his cock which although still concealed by his tight jeans was prominent against the soft, pale cheeks. After ten minutes, Darren dumped his car into his driveway harshly applying the handbrake causing Karen to lurch forward. She belonged to the Bensons now. When she looked up, Karen jumped off Darren’s cock in fear shouting loudly “What the fuck?”
Darren didn’t even look up and firmly grabbed Karen from behind as she tried to hide herself from the intruder. “This isn’t your bedroom!” inquired Karen playfully whilst twirling her hair around one of her fingers. Darren started again “You think I asked you out because I like you, or I…value your personality? Darren felt at the chest pocket of his blazer and then exclaimed “Fuck’s sake, I’ve forgotten it. “Please” pleaded Karen in-between moans “slow down”.
