Romantic Phone Sex and Sensual Ferris Wheel Fucking

I’ve been seeing John for almost a year now, to think all of “us” started with a romantic phone sex call, seems soo surreal. Every single date we ever had has ended in some of the raunchiest sex romps ever. I’m talking about going to see a movie, and making out in the theatre. My hands down his pants and his fingers in my panties. Touching and teasing each other all through the movie, and then ravaging each other in the car in the parking lot.

Then there was the time when John and I stayed at a very classy hotel. It overlooked the boardwalk on ocean boulevard. Kind of busy street, especially at night. We raised the blinds, and made out. Then, John took my top off and pushed me against the bay window. My tits were right against it, My nipples smushed. Face peering out the window as John took me from behind, dicking me deep. His cock stretching me and knocking me up against the window. Staring out seeing all those people walking on the strip, knowing they can look up and see him fucking my brains out.

I came so loud when we did that. Covering Johns Girthy Prick in all my juices.

The Most Romantic sex we have had to date, is when we got stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel. In one of those baskets. I’m a bit nervous when it comes to heights, and John wanted to keep my mind occupied. They called to us on the bullhorn from down below. ” It’s gonna take a while to fix it” . John started rubbibg me shoulder and trying t get me to relax. His hands made their way to my thighs, and he Groped. His manly hands felt so good. Then his face, made its place between my legs as he kissed my pussy.

I couldn’t handle that for too long. My body began bucking under his wet kiss. I begged for him to open me with his cock. Pleading with him to meld and merge with me. I wanted to be connected. His cock connecting with me. Fucking and interlocking. I wanted him in the worst way. John knew what I needed and sank deep and hard into me. Every thrust making the basket swing more, but my fear was gone. I threw my cunt back against Johns throbbing cock, begging for his cum.

Pleading for his release. Begging for him to fill me.

Our Bodies, Shuttering as we started cumming at the same exact time. My choked squeal, and his gutterall grunts and moans. Our Basket swung with the rhythm we found in each other.