Vaginal Creampie Insemination

The first time I meet my eventual wife, I knew it would be vaginal creampie insemination. The third day we knew each other we went back to my place. It started out where we were working, the county fair. I was in charge of parking and the board member hired her on after the start of the week. I was Friday and we were suppose to get some rain, but it ended up being violent thunderstroms.
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All the parkers were asked to find shelter ntil it blew over and she followed me. She had been flirt with me so much that I wanted to kiss her so bad that I needed to find someplace private. Of all the places we could find was a handicap port-a-jon. Not the most romanic place but we started kissing and we lost interest on where we were and wanted the vaginal creampie insemination.

Her lips were soft and wet. Rain was dripping down her beautiful face from her rain wet hair. She ran her hands over my chest and I let mine incircle her. I held her close and her lips moved off of my lips and around my neck toward my ear. I slide my hands up her shirt and lightly touched her skin. I made goosebumps where I touched. She whispered in my ear that I was the most handsome man she had been with in a long time and she wanted the vaginal creampie insemination. I thanked her by pulling her close to me and kissing her. My tongue parting her lips finding her tongue waiting for mine.
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She broke off our kiss and reached for my pants begging for the vaginal creampie insemination. I reached for her shirtand started unbuttoning it. She pulled out my cock and said she was impressed. I was imbarssed a little, but quickly forgot about that when she touch my cock with her tongue. She greeted it by shacking it with her tongue. When she took me into her mouth I moaned. She warned me where we were, and I agreed. But it was hard to not moan during that great vaginal creampie insemination, her lips and tongue work over me like nothing I hadn't felt in a long time.
