Blind meet (Part 3)

His cock pounded my mouth repeatedly and, as the the glisten of fresh precum gently oozed from his eye I was instructed to lick it dry. I devoured it like a c***d licking and sucking the last remaind of ice cream. Crouched before him, naked, legs apart and with my cheeks stretched to fully expose my anus a gust of wind tunnelled through the shelter and tickled my now pouting hole. He stood me up to kiss me more but this time it was more intense, passionate and probing. As his tongue filled my mouth, his strong hands clasped my skinny inner thighs and he lifted me off the ground, walked me to the wall and pressed my back hard against the cold, damp brickwork. My legs instantly wrapped around his waist and my ankles locked behind him. It was then that I felt the tip of his wet shaft gently probe my moist pussy. He was bare, he didn't seem bothered and with gentle thrusts began working my hole. With each small push I could feel myself opening. His wet eye, half his bell end, his whole bell. I so wanted more but stopped him as he began to push through my muscular ring. I had to, we'd agreed protection. He complied, lowered me to the floor bent me over and spat on my pussy. I felt his flem strike my buttocks. He spat again and hit my hole directly. Flem trickled down my thigh while he unwrapped our safety and rolled the sheath over his rigid shaft. He turned me to face the wall, kicked my ankles apart, not once but again and again to the point of discomfort. I stumbled in my heels and again, my cheeks parted. More oil trickled down my spine into my crack but this time he worked it into my hairless skin, shoulders, back, hips, then my longing cheeks which his hands spread wide...