321 LATE NIGHT RENDEZVOUS

Arthur's finger accelerated the speed of thrusting while his other hand continuously teased her flower core.

Betty bit her lower lip, afraid that people might hear her shouting. She couldn't imagine people looking at them while she was exposed under the sky.

At that time, Arthur's manhood had already risen. He quickly stripped her dress, throwing her undergarments on the ground, he turned her body. Facing her red fruits on those well-developed breasts and her damp nectar hole, the enticement Arthur felt was immeasurable.

He rubbed his long, coarse and huge cock at the entrance of Betty's sweet hole. He didn't enter her. He just teased her twitching cave. 

After some time, Betty was unable to endure and pleaded to him, "Arthur, not anymore. I can't take this anymore. Please take me. Make me yours." Her glistening eyes were burning with desire.