Help me find my exhibitionist

Kiss my neck gently he whispered. I prefer it rough I whispered back. With a cheeky sparkle in his eye he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the small local pub we'd just met in.

We didn't make it far before I was pushed up hard against the alleyway wall. One of his hands raising my dress so my arse was exposed to the cold bricks and the other hand dragging my head towards his for a deep breathtaking kiss.

Time stood still as I grinded into his leg, the kiss deepened making me fumble as I rushed trying to undo his zipper.

Wriggling from his strong hands I slid down his body, my knees hitting the pavement. I freed his long, hard cock, stroking and teasing him with my tongue. His moan gave me all the encouragement I needed to take his whole length deep into my throat. He ripped the top of my dress so he could knead my breasts. He got rougher with each thrust he did, fucking my mouth like no tomorrow.

We could hear people walking towards us but there was no stopping us now.

I felt the first wave of my orgasm. Looking up, my mouth full of him, I pleaded with my eyes for release. In an instant he lifted me up, spun me around, slid my soaking G to the side and entered me. Pounding me short and hard, I couldn't keep quiet if I tried.

I looked to my side and made eye contact with the older couple who hurried past us.

With that the intensity deepend and with one last strong thrust we both finished, his cum and mine dripping down my leg.

He was a gentleman and helped wipe the dirt from my knees then with a goodbye kiss we went in different directions.

I didn't even get his name....