They passed a few people as they walked but if anyone noticed no one seemed to react. Her hard nipples were only slightly obscured by the mesh and the hem of the skirt clung to the lower curve of her flat ass, barely concealing anything at the front. “Let’s go.” Jackson said matter of factly, leading the way back to the apartment which was now just a few minutes away. After that she stepped into the skirt and zipped it up, finding it tight around her slim hips. For the past few months she had been carried along by a whirlwind of sexual adventure and gone along with mostly whatever she was told to do, so she had to concede that Jackson had a valid point. Jackson placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her pace as she let him glide easily into her warm, wet mouth. She was keenly attuned to the sounds of the park around them but soon settled into a rhythm, her non-stroking hand wandering to caress his balls and lower belly, soft moans emanating from her as she worked him.
