Nudism public pics***
We were invited to a Christmas soiree and so to be festive I clothed up in one of the few bright crimson apparels I own, a pony railing clothing finish with boots and my railing crop (the crop is from the hookup shop, it's not for horses but for nasty people to be punished!). I got a lot of sly remarks and excited stares at the soiree, which made me very horny and flirty. A work colleague even made a pass at me in the hallway of the building, holding a chunk of mistletoe overhead and asking if he could smooch me! I asked which lips, and then arched over and opened my gams so that he could get a good look at my vagina mound under the taut black pants. I gave my backside a few whacks of the railing crop and then fondled it suggestively up and down my inward hips, ending up by masturbating it inbetween my gams a few times as if I was being fucked from behind. He instantly got on his knees and began smooching my beaver thru my pants. I'm sure he got a utter whiff of my musky smell, and very likely even could taste me since I was so raw the entire evening that I had soaked thru my undies and the pubes of the pants. He snogged and jammed his tongue up and down my slit thru my pants for what seemed like forever (we were in the hallway and someone could have ambled in on us at any minute), making my gams powerless, and he asked if we could go into the bathroom for more privacy. I said yes, but purred that we couldn't have romp (I needed my guy's permission for that). But I led him into the bathroom, told him to sit down on the restroom and then gave him a little display, arching over and pulling down my pants and using the railing crop treat to fuck myself. He asked if he could masturbate and I said yes so he unzipped his fly and began jerking off, ultimately groaning and shooting sperm into a wad of rest room paper after watching me orgasm while fucking myself. I gave him a crazy smile, pulled up my pants and let him slurp the treat of the crop and taste my fuckbox juice before we left the bathroom. When I got home, I showcased my man exactly what had happened at the soiree, telling him every detail and acting it out while he took these photos. Suffice it to say that he got to do everything that my colleague at the Christmas soiree most likely dreamed to but didn't get to--poor man. If you all sense sorry for him, let me know if I should ask my man for permission to give him the utter "ride" for a post-Christmas holiday present! I need your support!