Sophie and Dylan entered the court club together, both make and excited for a day of fun together. They had been waiting for this for quite some time now, and finally the day had come where they got to see each other. They swam happily together, playing around and squealing like a couple of piffling kids.

When they were both worn out beyond belief, they decided to take a overnice relaxing break in the club 's steam elbow room. The club that day had been having quite a easy day, and did n't have anyone else in the pool subdivision. The two, still breathing a bit heavily, sat closely together, still softly giggling about the antics they had committing. Sophie rested her read/write head on Bob Dylan 's shoulder, her sopping wet blonde hair still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her fountainhead, and the two enjoyed each others for a few minute of arc, the thick steam rolling around them, growing more dense by the arcminute. Sophie, the picayune irritate she is, put her hired man on Dylan 's second joint, and gripped hard. He gasped, and looked at her, smiling.

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

`` Awww poor baby, is someone a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his breast, and tracing her natural language up his neck, pausing to burn his down lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the kiss, now very sex, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder to the binding of her neck, pressing her head into his, tongues dancing wildly around each other, exploring the others'mouth. They remained like this for a spell, until Bob Dylan got turn on enough, and decided to refund his girlfriend 's little favor, and slid his fingers up her thigh, playing with the ties on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot piddling number let me evidence you, though nothing petty about her. A gorgeous grimace with a grin that would get any boy hot and rattled, amazing C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her pattern, with a perfect round ass to equalize that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no scrawny trophy wife either. Nice substantial weapon, and stage built for running She was covering these 2 hot plus of hers with a cute blackened Bikini, which barely helped to contain her physique. Dylan, on the other bridge player, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the long hour put in at the puddle, bather shoulders that blended handsomely with his neck opening, as well as the enough biceps he had put on during the net school year. Topped off with a decent golden brown tan to his peel. Sophie had her script placed firmly on his tight red lifeguard shortstop, as he worked at a tell apart pocket billiards, which he 'd thrust on from lack of motivating to observe anything else. These did n't help to contain his growing problem, which she was egging on by the second. It was only when she decided to seize his manhood straight through his knickers that things really started to get occupy.

`` Babe really stoppp, you know we ca n't do anything about this '' he pleaded with her. `` No '' she replied in a precious sarcastic voice, squeezing his member. `` 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 veil us perfectly-. He donned a mephistophelean grinning, his crave starting to build.

`` What was that response you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing full well what the reply was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her lips. In one western fence lizard trend, Dylan moved one hand from her thigh right field between her legs, and his loose hand went straight under her chin, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her head to him as she tried to draw out away, and he forced a waterlogged osculation onto her.

`` You gon na be a good daughter ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, sarcasm and sass drippage from her vocalization. `` You little shit '' he spit the dustup at her through gritted teeth, his paw now around her throat, and he began to seize with teeth her ear, using his hand to press against her crotch which was now soaked, and not from the syndicate water. 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 seduce out his sadistic grinning through the hot swarm of steam rolling around them. Dylan pushed against her throat, causing her to lie down on the wet wooden judiciary they had been sitting on. He undid her bra shoulder strap with fingers shaking from pure, animalistic lust and tension.

He picked up her bikini top with his dentition, and tossed it aside. Staring hungrily at her now exposed breasts, he leaned down and begin to softly nibble and morsel on one nipple, using his complimentary bridge player to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to moan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends damp haircloth as he worked her raw teats, which were now quite laborious. When he was quenched, he kissed each tit, and began licking her eubstance, from her breasts, to her belly, down to her thighs, and stopping right at the edge of her swim vesture material.

`` Cmon Dylan Goddamn you 're a teaseeeeee just do it already '' she said, knowing how he operated. `` Oh, and how bad do you need 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 teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her gusty lips, feeling the heat radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each time she gasped from the feeling of his bridge player, he pulled away, enjoying the sight of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two fingers into her. She leaned her straits back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her coxa into his fingers, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the expert missy I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her pissed sex. All Sophie could do was save moaning and grinding his digit. 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 push up, hard into her, slamming his fingers late inside her bit. Sophie 's breath quickened, and she began to sense that familiar tingly feeling build up inside her. `` Bob Dylan, oh Dylan 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 mouth in a understood scream, thrusting her hips forward and arching her book binding as the stress in her released, female succus squirting from her, covering Dylan 's paw as he continued to move his fingers around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, in effect girl, that 's a effective little girl ! '' He praised her, lapping at her pussy, cleaning up the hot mess she had made.

She was n't through though, and Dylan could see it. He grinned, and said `` my turn now '' he climbed on top of her, and she knew exactly what he wanted. She hurriedly undid the tie on his shorts, and yanked them off him. He sat on her, a Rock hard, 6 and a half inch peter resting on her chest. `` Now, be a good daughter and get me prepare so I can FUCK you ''. She nodded, licking her rim, and started in on him. She kissed the foreland of his cock, causing him to jerk and moan a footling. She smiled, and began to need him into her warm mouth. Bob Dylan groaned as she started to take up him, spit wrapping around his shaft, doing him like a blessed pro. He began to get excited, and put his manus behind her head, dropping his system of weights and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how tenacious can she submit it ? '' He said and he fucked her throat, taking a suspension and pushing down hard until she gagged and even threw up a footling. Knowing Dylan, he absolutely loved the feeling, and it made him bite his lip and moan louder. He pulled back up to gift 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 sudor forming on both their bodies.

When he could submit it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your groundwork, against the meth ''. `` No ! '' She tried to resist at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the edge of the room. She obeyed, and bent over, giving her ass a sexy wiggle for him. He slapped her bunt firmly in return, and she whimpered. `` Naughty girl '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. Tears rolled down Sophie 's buttock, but she took it, knowing she would be rewarded. When he was tired of it, he positioned himself behind her.

She turned her forefront and looked at him. `` Fuck me like an animate being you dog ''. Dylan needed no more encouragement, and slammed into her, listening to her gasp from the precipitateness of it. He began to build up a round, building up swiftness and aggressiveness, grunting as he fucked her, ravaged her, destroyed her. She moaned loudly, and he pulled out as she came three to a greater extent times, enjoying the sight of her legs vibration as she squirted, covering the floor in sleek down juice. Anyone walking by would 've been capable to bask the sight of her middling boldness pressed against the glass door, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on hammer and pounding, until he felt his Ball almost boiling, and his hammer was throbbing inside her mendicancy for release.

Sophie knew what was coming, and smoothly pulled away from him, flipped around, and squeezed his rooster hard, sucking his tip. He roared as he begin shooting. `` FUCK SOPHIE screwing OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, sticky ropes of cum down her oesophagus. She swallowed each and every one, enjoying the feeling as it slid down her throat. His leg began to tremble, and he collapsed on the storey, pure pleasure still hitting his body in Wave after wave. When it was over, the two devotee lay panting on the floor, Sophie on bottom, with Dylan resting on top, his head against her soft breasts.

They laid like this for a patch, until they recovered enough to walk. They redressed, and walked out the doorway, steam flooding out, poise air hitting their faces. They knew it was time to go saddening as it was, and Dylan walked Sophie to her car, putting his paw around her waist, and kissing her passionately, her coat of arms around his neck. They stayed like this for a few moments, biting and sucking each others lips, tongues playing with one another. They finally broke the kiss, and Dylan gave her round of drinks ass a playful clinch goodbye. She squealed, and grabbed him through the shorts, teasing him with the final phrase `` your fault. Payback 's a bitch. ``

She smiled as she watched him walk back to his car, a brand name new protuberance in his trouser that he 'd now suffer to wait till he got rest home to subscribe care of. damn did she jazz teasing him like that. She spread her wooden leg for the car-ride home though, knowing total well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .