Sophie and Dylan entered the court club together, both ready and excited for a day of fun together. They had been waiting for this for quite some fourth dimension now, and finally the day had come where they got to see each early. They swam happily together, playing around and squealing like a distich of little kids.

When they were both worn out beyond notion, they decided to train a nice relaxing break in the club 's steam way. The club that day had been having quite a slow day, and did n't have anyone else in the pool section. The two, still breathing a bit heavily, sat closely together, still softly giggling about the trick they had committing. Sophie rested her caput on Dylan 's shoulder, her sopping wet blonde hair still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her head, and the two enjoyed each others for a few minutes, the duncish steam rolling around them, growing more dense by the minute. Sophie, the trivial fiend she is, put her script on Bob Dylan 's thigh, and gripped hard. He gasped, and looked at her, smiling.

`` Babe stoooop, you always do this, and I ca n't do anything about it '' he whined. `` Doing what bed ? I 'm not doing anything '' she smirked and put her hand higher on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that sphere, shifted his weight and let out a little whimper.

`` Awww poor baby, is someone a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest, and tracing her spit up his neck opening, pausing to seize with teeth his take down lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the osculation, now very excited, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder to the spine of her neck, pressing her headspring into his, clapper dancing wildly around each early, exploring the others'mouth. They remained like this for a piece, until Bob Dylan got excite enough, and decided to return his girlfriend 's little party favour, and slid his fingers up her thigh, playing with the railroad tie on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot footling phone number let me distinguish you, though null little about her. A gorgeous face with a smiling that would get any boy hot and fluster, amazing C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her form, with a perfect beat ass to equalize that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no scrawny prize wife either. Nice impregnable arms, and peg built for running She was covering these 2 hot assets of hers with a cute black bikini, which barely helped to hold her chassis. Dylan, on the other manus, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the long minute put in at the pond, bather berm that blended handsomely with his neck, as well as the decent biceps he had put on during the finale schoolhouse year. Topped off with a nice golden Brown tan to his skin. Sophie had her hand placed firmly on his crocked red lifeguard underdrawers, as he worked at a single out syndicate, which he 'd thrown on from lack of motivation to find anything else. These did n't help to contain his growing problem, which she was egging on by the secondly. It was only when she decided to grab his humanness straight through his pants that affair really started to get matter to.

`` babe really stoppp, you know we ca n't do anything about this '' he pleaded with her. `` No '' she replied in a cute sarcastic vocalization, squeezing his extremity. `` I 'll do what I want '' she added, licking his ear. -Fuck it- he thought to himself -there 's no one here, and the steam will hide us perfectly-. He donned a diabolic grin, his lustfulness starting to build.

`` What was that answer you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing full well what the answer was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her sass. In one swift movement, Dylan moved one manus from her thigh right wing between her wooden leg, and his free hired hand went unbowed under her Kuki-Chin, squeezing her brass. He pulled her head to him as she tried to pull away, and he forced a mucky kiss onto her.

`` You gon na be a undecomposed girl ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, irony and sass drippage from her voice. `` You small shit '' he spit the words at her through gritted tooth, his hired man now around her throat, and he began to bite her ear, using his hand to press against her private parts which was now soaked, and not from the pocket billiards weewee. Sophie let out a hot little erotic moan as he teased her. `` What are you gon na do to me ? '' She asked nervously. `` Oh you 'll see kitten, do n't you worry '' he growled. she could just barely hold out his sadistic grin through the hot cloud of steam rolling around them. Dylan pushed against her throat, causing her to lie down on the wet wooden workbench they had been sitting on. He undid her bra strap with fingers shaking from pure, animalistic lust and tension.

He picked up her bikini top with his teeth, and tossed it aside. Staring hungrily at her now bring out titty, he leaned down and begin to softly nybble and sting on one nipple, using his rid hand to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to moan, biting her lip and stroking her young man break hair as he worked her sensitive teats, which were now quite punishing. When he was satisfied, he kissed each mammilla, and began licking her soundbox, from her breasts, to her belly, down to her thigh, and stopping right at the edge of her swim article of clothing material.

`` Cmon Bob Dylan Goddamn you 're a teaseeeeee just do it already '' she said, knowing how he operated. `` Oh, and how bad do you want it baby ? '' He asked, kissing her legs. `` Please, I need you '' she pleaded. He laughed, and replied `` hmmm. I 'm not convinced. BEG for it. '' She was squirming now, her kitty now very warm and wet, screaming for attention.

`` Please Bob Dylan I 'm dying over here. Just do it pleaseeee '' she begged desperately. Dylan obliged, undoing her bottoms with his dentition, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger's breadth on her tumescent backtalk, feeling the heat radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each sentence she gasped from the feeling of his manus, he pulled away, enjoying the good deal of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two digit into her. She leaned her head back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her pelvis into his fingers, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the ripe girl I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her wet sex. All Sophie could do was maintain moaning and grinding his fingerbreadth. She had gone a long time without playing with herself, and really really needed this. When it looked like she was getting close, Dylan started to thrust, hard into her, slamming his fingers deep inside her snatch. Sophie 's breathing place quickened, and she began to finger that familiar tingly feeling ramp up up inside her. `` Bob Dylan, oh Dylan Bob Dylan Dylan '' she said under her breath, squirming now as he finger-fucked her. He leaned down, licked her ear, and whispered `` cum for me ''. This was all it took, and she opened her lip in a silent screaming, thrusting her hips forward and arching her book binding as the tension in her released, female juice squirting from her, covering Dylan 's bridge player as he continued to move his fingers around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, good girl, that 's a good lady friend ! '' He praised her, lapping at her pussy, cleaning up the hot lot she had made.

She was n't through though, and Dylan could see it. He grinned, and said `` my go now '' he climbed on top of her, and she knew exactly what he wanted. She hurriedly undid the tie on his drawers, and yanked them off him. He sat on her, a rock hard, 6 and a half inch cock resting on her white meat. `` Now, be a good girl and get me gear up so I can FUCK you ''. She nodded, licking her sassing, and started in on him. She kissed the straits of his cock, causing him to squeeze and groan a little. She smiled, and began to consider him into her warm mouth. Dylan groaned as she started to suck him, tongue wrapping around his shaft, doing him like a shucks pro. He began to get excited, and put his hand behind her nous, dropping his weight and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how foresighted can she take it ? '' He said and he fucked her throat, taking a pause and pushing down hard until she gagged and even threw up a little. Knowing Dylan, he absolutely loved the feeling, and it made him bite his lip and moan louder. He pulled back up to give her air, and she stroked him, knowing he was close. He let this go on for a while, gagging and throat-fucking her, droplets of sweat forming on both their bodies.

When he could take it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your understructure, against the chalk ''. `` No ! '' She tried to resist at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the bound of the room. She obeyed, and bent-grass over, giving her ass a aphrodisiacal squirm for him. He slapped her butt firmly in return, and she whimpered. `` Naughty fille '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. Tears rolled down Sophie 's brass, but she took it, knowing she would be rewarded. When he was tired of it, he positioned himself behind her.

She turned her head and looked at him. `` Fuck me like an animal you dog ''. Dylan needed no more boost, and slammed into her, listening to her gasp from the suddenness of it. He began to ramp up up a rhythm, building up speed and aggression, grunting as he fucked her, ravaged her, destroyed her. She moaned loudly, and he pulled out as she came three more metre, enjoying the deal of her legs quivering as she squirted, covering the floor in slick juice. Anyone walking by would 've been able to relish the quite a little of her jolly expression pressed against the glass door, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on throbbing and pounding, until he felt his balls almost boiling, and his cock was throbbing inside her begging for release.

Sophie knew what was coming, and smoothly pulled away from him, flipped around, and squeezed his prick hard, sucking his tip. He roared as he begin shooting. `` FUCK SOPHIE FUCK OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, sticky ropes of cum down her gullet. She swallowed each and every one, enjoying the feeling as it slid down her throat. His legs began to tremble, and he collapsed on the story, pure pleasance still hitting his body in wave after moving ridge. When it was over, the two lovers lay panting on the storey, Sophie on bottom, with Bob Dylan resting on top, his headland against her sonant breasts.

They laid like this for a piece, until they recovered enough to walk. They redressed, and walked out the door, steam flooding out, assuredness air hitting their faces. They knew it was time to go saddening as it was, and Bob Dylan walked Sophie to her car, putting his hands around her waist, and kissing her passionately, her arms around his cervix. They stayed like this for a few import, biting and sucking each others lips, natural language playing with one another. They finally broke the kiss, and Bob Dylan gave her unit of ammunition ass a playful squeeze bye. She squealed, and grabbed him through the shorts, teasing him with the terminal phrase `` your fault. retribution 's a bitch. ``

She smiled as she watched him take the air back to his car, a brand new jut in his pants that he 'd now take in to wait till he got home to take tutelage of. red cent did she bang teasing him like that. She spread her ramification for the car-ride base though, knowing full well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .