The pub thrummed with the low pulse of bass from the gym social crowd, laughter spilling over clinking glasses as Liz and Garry found themselves pressed close on the makeshift dance floor. Her body moved against his in time with the music, the thin fabric of her dress clinging to her sweat-dampened skin, and before either could think better of it, his mouth crashed down on hers in a hungry, open-mouthed kiss right there under the dim lights. Tongues tangled wetly, his hand sliding down to grip her ass through the dress and pull her flush against the hard ridge of his cock straining in his jeans. Liz moaned into the kiss, her pussy already throbbing and slick, nipples tightening against the lace of her bra as the risk of being seen only made her wetter.

They barely made it outside before the need overwhelmed them, stumbling into the shadowed edges of the local park just a block away. Garry shoved her back against a thick tree trunk, hiking her dress up around her waist with impatient fingers as his other hand yanked her panties aside. “Fuck, your cunt’s dripping already,” he growled, freeing his thick cock and rubbing the swollen head up and down her soaked slit, smearing her juices along his length. Liz gasped as he thrust in deep on the first stroke, stretching her pussy wide around his girth, her walls clenching greedily at the sudden fullness. He fucked her hard right there under the open sky, hips snapping forward in rapid, punishing thrusts that made her tits bounce and her ass slap wetly against the bark, every inch of his cock dragging along her sensitive insides with obscene squelching sounds.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded deeper, balls slapping against her with each brutal drive, her juices coating his shaft and dripping down her thighs in shiny trails. “Harder, Garry—fuck my married cunt,” she begged, fingers digging into his shoulders while he angled his hips to grind against her clit on every thrust. The park air felt cool against her flushed skin, but inside she burned, pussy spasming around him as he leaned in to suck one nipple through the fabric of her dress, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. He slowed only to savor the tight grip of her walls, pulling almost all the way out until just the head stretched her entrance before slamming back in to the hilt, making her cry out into the night.

By the time he bottomed out and flooded her with thick ropes of cum, her pussy milked him greedily, the hot pulses filling her until it leaked around his still-throbbing cock and ran down her legs. They stayed locked together for long minutes, his hands roaming her body while her cunt fluttered around him, both of them panting and sticky with sweat and sex. Eventually they straightened their clothes, the creamy mess already soaking her panties as they stumbled toward an Uber waiting at the curb.

In the back seat of the car, they kissed and cuddled the whole ride, his fingers lazily tracing her cum-slick thighs under the dress while she palmed the half-hard bulge in his pants, tasting her own pussy on his tongue. Liz arrived home flushed and freshly fucked, the creampie still warm and leaking from her well-used cunt.

Craig was waiting in the bedroom, eyes dark with arousal as she straddled his face without a word. She lowered her dripping pussy onto his eager mouth, moaning as his tongue plunged deep to lap up every drop of Garry’s cum mixed with her own juices. “He kissed me on the dance floor like he owned me,” she recounted breathlessly, grinding down onto Craig’s face while his hands gripped her ass, “then bent me over a tree in the park and fucked me so hard I thought the whole neighborhood would hear. His cock stretched me open and pumped me full—God, Craig, feel how much he gave me.”

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