Not believing her eyes Bria had to reach down to touch the key, relief rushing through her. She looked around and started to gather her feet beneath her. Then she hesitated, and after a long considering moment she lean back in the rough grass, spread her legs wide and rubbed the garden gnome against her pussy.
With it's curving hat that narrowed to a slender tip she rubbed it up and down between her legs, feeling the steady thrum of excitement grow higher. A noise from the streets made her freeze a moment, listening to see if someone was going to come around the building and see her naked and masturbating in the middle of the yard. Her eyes raked the buildings to either side. One was a commercial building and the other was the men's shelter, neither of which had many windows. In the near distance she could see a low apartment building, a dozen stories high.
Could someone be watching from one of those? she wondered, arching her back as she humped the ceramic statue harder.
She listened to some voices pass by the other side of the house, and imagined herself being caught. The things they'd do, and then maybe someone else, or a group of someones might come along while they were punishing her slutty body. God, it could be one of those gangbangs Raoul had talked about.
Raoul! Bria wondered if he was home, if he might look out the window or back door and get the shock of his life and see the horny nymphette naked in his back yard. One hand nudging the gnome's head against her bucking hips, the other hand squeezing a big tit.
Her imagination went wild with the possibilities, and she mercilessly punished gnome, cunt and breasts as she rushed closer and closer to a wild, noisy orgasm.
"Oh God, I'm coming!" she cried out loudly, lithe body undulating as waves of pleasure rocked through her. |