Aching For A Self-made Climax, Fingers Dancing On That Sweet Spot

I feel a pair of hands grab the front of my khaki bush jacket , pulling it taunt until the buttons pop and it tears open revealing the white sport bra underneath. Indian porn “Damn fine looking one at that!” As my vision adjusts I can make out the shape of two black blobs in front of me. Letting out the breath I was holding, getting the general idea just what a stupid stunt I’ve done by coming out here at this time of night. Stopping taking out my cell phone to check the time, in the upper right hand corner showing 20:53 Hrs as I move forwards searching left and right for any signs of the downed drone. “I found and have been following them for the last hour!” I gloated, ultra proud of myself, knowing this one tracking will make the drone program an unqualified success. Whatever is over my head if pulled off and I’m
blinded by the light coming from a ultrabright spotlight shining