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Carriage Ride
Jasmine smiled at the carriage driver as Ryan helped her in. The cool air
tingled along her damp thighs as her pussy juices dripped down her leg. Sitting
back, she grinned at the driver as she crossed her legs, flashing her bare,
slick pussy at him. Ryan chuckled as he watched her, his cock hard against the
tight tuxedo slacks. He told the driver he would pay him when they were through
since he had no idea how long this ride would be. He turned and pulled Jasmine
across his lap, sliding his hand along the front of her sheer white
dress.
Kent smiled and turning the horse toward the quiet darker section of the
French quarter. Thank god the horse knew the way so he wouldn't have to pay to
much attention to driving. Hearing Jasmine gasp, he turned just as Ryan's hand
slipped between her thighs as she lay stretched across him. His cock stiffened
as she spread her legs, allowing his hand to slide higher. He rubbed the length
of his swelling cock, thinking this might be an interesting
ride.
Jasmine ran her fingers into Ryan's hair, pulling the ties that held it
back and allowing it to fall over her as she rubbed it across her lips. Pushing
her dress down, she lay back, teasing her hard nipples with the soft ends of his
jet-black hair. Leaning down, he licked the hard peak as he watched her hands
slide down her stomach. Licking her lips she pushed the material back, exposing
her slender hips and the tiny thatch of hair above her throbbing clit. Ryan
watched, his hand resting on her raised knee. Her fingers slipped down,
squeezing her pussy lips together and catching her hard little clit between
them. Jasmine moaned as she felt the wetness sliding from her pussy and tickling
over her ass. . .