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Mr. Piggy’s gloved hand quickly started the car, and checking traffic, he pulled out into the street. The alarm on his watch beeped again, signalling five minutes. A long sigh of relief passed his lips, the adrenaline rush from the job, now turning into a different form of rush. Bonnie, leaving her mask in place, looked over at her partner, “Fuck Clyde, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” she screamed in excitement, “We fucking did it!” “It was such a rush, you, you were amazing,” Clyde answered from under his mask, his eyes watching traffic. His gloved hands held the steering wheel, the tinted glass hiding the two in the car from any oncoming traffic. A fire truck raced by and he looked in the rearview mirror as the large vehicle stopped in front of the jewelry store. Bonnie glanced over at him, “You were perfect, among other things,” her words trailed off. From under her mask, she looked to the bulge against the midsection of his jeans. Unable to control herself, her gloved hands went to the button, undoing it, and in one smooth motion she pulled the zipper down. Her breath quickened, the urge, the desire to have him washed Side Escort over her. Instantly her gloved hands pulled down his boxer briefs, and all her inhibitions left her. Bonnie took his swollen penis in her gloved hand. From under her mask, her hazel eyes were on fire. With her thumb and forefinger, she teased the Prince Albert ring through the tip, as small drops of clear fluid oozed out of the tip and began to coat the leather covering her fingers. “Watch the road Clyde,” she teased, as a soft moan escaped from under his pig mask. She slowly worked his shaft, up and down, her gloved thumb teasing the ring through the head of his cock on each up stroke. She watched, hungrily, as his cock grew and grew. As she reached the base, she squeezed lightly. A groan left his mouth, muffled under his mask as more fluid trickled from the tip, and with the heat grew even more intense between Bonnie’s legs. Bonnie continued to edge Clyde as he drove. His cock was rock hard as her gloved hand slowly worked. His breathing increased; the breath warm inside his pig mask as his need for manavgat escort bayan her grew. He took a hand from the steering wheel and moved it to the buttons holding Bonnie’s pants closed. Eagerly he popped each one open, exposing the black leather thong under her leather pants. His thumb found her clit and he slowly started to work it in circles. Minutes passed as the two continued pleasuring each other. Bonnie leaned her head back against the seat of the car, her leather-encased body creaking lightly. Her hand slowed as he increased the pressure on her clit. He moved his middle finger down, sliding it into her moist slit. The middle finger of his hand slowly probed in and out while he used the palm of his hand to press down on her clit. A gasp left her mouth, “Oh Clyde,” she moaned. He pulled the stolen vehicle into the upper-middle-class neighbourhood they had set up in. Within two minutes, he had driven the car into the driveway. The palm of his hand maintained it’s pressure on her clit and he slid another gloved finger into her pussy. Clyde reached up, Escort alanya pressing the button to open the garage door. As the door opened slowly, Clyde picked up the speed of his fingers, the intensity of his work increasing.Bonnie’s moans increased in both volume and tone, as her partner’s fingers and the pressure of his palm against her clit. Her gloved hands dug into the passenger doors handle and squeezed the shaft of Clyde’s cock as he worked.She could feel the intensity of an orgasm building and she ached to let go. Just as Clyde slowly drove the car into the garage and the door began to close behind them, a scream of pleasure left her mouth, muffled slightly by the rubber of the bunny mask which seemed to only intensify the orgasm itself. Clyde could feel the warmth and the amount of fluid from her orgasm spread slowly down his gloved fingers as he worked. His own groan of pleasure left his mouth, muffled like Bonnies against the rubber of the pig mask. As the click of the garage door closed behind them, Clyde slid his fingers out of her. Stepping from the car, he moved around the side and Bonnie could see his masked face and the intensity of his desire for her through the eye holes of the mask. He ripped open the door just as she quickly did up the button of her pants. As he pulled her out of the door, she reached up to pull down the hood covering his head as he did the same with hers.
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