mangoes

Yesterday I was walking down the road.Hawkers selling fruits swarmed the pavement on either side.I saw a well-to-do lady parking her car and approaching one of these.I quickened my pace as I approached her.She was bent over choosing mangoes stacked on the pavement. I stood behind her and thrust.Good response. I positioned myself so that my little friend was soon nudged in the gap on that bulbous rear.I swayed a little, left to right, right to left, while my cock grew in size, expanding to fill that hot tract, while mighs were pressed against the butt-cheeks.The lady was quite a nice one. I could not see her face as I frotteured, but I was sure she was enjoying the sojourn.The taxis and motorcycles honked past.I did n't care whether all those taximen , motor cyclists and pedestrians noticed me or not.I stood glued to that amorous pair of ass checks and shared my pleasure with my acquiescent,understanding partner, arching back all the while and thrusting hard.(I guess I must have looked like an exact reverse of Auguste Rodin's "Thinker".)(In the eyes of the passers by , I would have appeared a "Stinker", but who cares!).Either way, my dear friends, the session lasted for a full fifteen minutes, as the lady seemed to be a fastidious selector of the King of Fruits, or perhaps because she wanted to prolong to the maximum extent, the adventures of a thick strong Othello behind her that tickled her secret places!.I was discreet enough to look away, as I always am, when she straightened herself , finally, to pay her bill and push off.

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