Caravan

Somewhere between the coastal towns of Sherringham and Cromer there is a small caravan site. Set on the side of a grassy slope are around half a dozen pitches with fine views around the organic farm on which its a part of. Normally this would be a delightful place to be but today..............................
The wind howled around the caravan, rain beat on the windows but the sound it was making on the roof threatened to drown out the cries of our lovemaking. Rachel's small cock was tucked inside the leather panty front of the strapon that was working it's way in and out of my ass. I was lost in a world of ecstasy as I looked beyond Rachels pretty face to the skylight in the roof above. Twisting and turning her body between my splayed legs Rachel reeked revenge upon my ass for the years of taking her body this way. She was using the toy that she had secretley bought and smuggled with her on this quick break to the north Norfolk coast. My limp but turned on cock flailed around with our movements until Rachel reached out and steadied it in her grip, stroking it in her leather gloved hand it began to grow. Seeing my lover dressed in black leather was having an effect on me. Her small breasts looked twice their size being pushed up by the basque and the tigh boots rubbing against my stockinged legs felt deliciously wicked. I looked at my cock and the long gloves which reached past her elbow, Rachel was squeezing the tip of my cockhead.

I felt so empty but at the same time so warm inside when Rachel pulled out of me. Unclipping the the buckles she stepped out of the the harness and squatted over my now throbbing cock. Lowering herself down impaling her body on mine she sank lower and lower calling out something which could not be heard over the rain. Lip reading I'm sure she said "Fuck me Emm". I did my best but was feeling washed out after Rachel had withdrawn that silicon cock from me. Rachel's cock bobbed around in mid air describing circles as I pushed up further into her.