It wasn’t the moment when Aurelia saw him looking at her on the dance floor. Nor when she walked up to Jonathan and whispered into his ear: ‘You like my tits?’ Aurelia loved to be cheeky and crude at times, especially when she first spoke to a man that she rather fancied. But it wasn’t the moment that Jonathan blushed endearingly in response, either.They left the party and headed for a club under the railway arches, kocaeli escort where Aurelia told Jonathan that he looked like a poet. But that, too, wasn’t the moment.They left the club in the early hours, taking a shortcut along the canal. It wasn’t the moment they noticed a light on in the factory at the side of the towpath. Nor when they peered into the lit basement and saw a worker on nightshift darıca escort fabricating some steel frames. Nor when, still kneeling and watching the lone worker unnoticed, Jonathan slipped his hands along Aurelia’s tight, tanned belly. Nor when he cupped her breasts and freed them from her bra, teasing her nipples until they were hard.It wasn’t when Aurelia made Jonathan lie on gölcük escort the towpath and took his straining cock deeply into her mouth. Nor when she straddled him and teased his quivering cock with her wet cunt before riding him hard and fast.It wasn’t even when Jonathan stroked across one of Aurelia’s smooth, ample butt-cheeks and eased a finger into her anus, holding it deep inside and sending her into a wild orgasm. Nor when he clamped her mouth with his hand to muffle her screams of ecstasy.The moment came after they left the towpath and picked their way through the dimly-lit side roads. When Aurelia, still buzzing from their canal-side fuck, became desperate for a piss.