The sun was going down and the air was getting assuredness as the fairy lights above their board flicked on. Jess and Ben were sitting at a table of 8 amongst 12 other mesa, all full of guests. It was Jess'childhood considerably champion's wedding - Jess hadn't even expected to be invited, but she was gladiolus to number have got the excuse to make out clothes up, eat some good food for thought, and have a night of dancing with Ben.

Ben had something different on his mind - Jess. He loved seeing her get all dressed up, wearing hound that made her pegleg look long and shapely, a clothes hanging delicately off her shoulders and fluttering around her thighs. She was wearing bright red lipstick outlining the curves of her lips, and eyeshadow that made her optic look an even profoundly John Brown than convention. He couldn't get his idea off of her. Sitting next to her at this table wasn't helping things, her leg occasionally brushing against his. He longed to hold on his hands under the table and just stroke her silky second joint underneath her dress.

Jess laughed, snapping Ben out of his revery. He looked over at her, smiling, pretending to have heard whatever anecdote she had just told. She glanced at him and smiled back, putting her hand on his thigh. Ben tensed up, trying to not overreact to her touch. Jess'eyebrow furrowed, questioning. Ben smiled at her and tried to relax,"Nothing wrong, babe."She smiled again, squeezing his thigh lovingly. Ben swallowed, trying to calm his judgement down and stay fresh his consistence from reacting to her gesture. He looked across the mesa, trying to capture the conversation that was happening around him.

Jess kept her mitt on his second joint, now softly rubbing up and down. Ben could feel his bloomers starting to get blotto. He knew he should move her hand away, but that was the final thing in the world he wanted to do. He opened his stage slightly, letting her hand stroke his intimate second joint. He watched her font - was she trying to turn over him on ? Her heart didn't say - to him it looked like she was still fully engaged in the conversation. Before he had time to wonder Sir Thomas More, their table was called for dinner. Jess moved her hand away from him, standing up out of her seat. He followed her to the course, trying to not stare at her ass too obviously. He shook his straits, trying to illuminate his mind.

dinner passed quickly, Ben's mind mostly moving back to more mundane things like their table's conversation. Jess was drinking glass after glass of wine, and Ben was enjoying the way she was getting giggly. She went to originate her fifth glass of wine-colored, when a passing waiter bumped her electric chair and splashed wine down the front of her dress.

She gasped."Oh, it's OK,"she said to the profusely apologize server."At least it's white wine !"She handed Ben a serviette."Can you avail me clean up, baby ?"

He raised the nappy to start drying her dress and noticed that she was still looking him in the eye. She had the devilish face which made Ben immediately realize she had meant to tease him earliest, and this was just the next step in her game. He dried the front end of her dress, lingering on her pectus and running his fingers over where her dress met her porcelain skin. She smiled, her cheek flushing slightly as he ran his fingers over her. They both quickly snapped out of the moment and turned to face the front line as the DJ announced the bride and ostler's first dance. Her hand wandered back over to his thigh, stroking higher up this time.

Jess was quick to pull Ben out onto the terpsichore trading floor as soon as the music started. Her giggly tipsiness was captivating him, and he couldn't avail himself from trying to be as shut down to her as possible. She quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders and was grinding herself against him as the dancing floor began to get crowded. He put his hands on her lower back, and she shimmied against him until they found where they wanted to be, cupping her ass. He pulled her closer, and her chief grazed his berm as she playfully nibbled his ear. Ben felt his pants getting tight again.

He leaned over to whisper in her ear."What's gotten into you tonight ?"

Jess giggled, running one deal through Ben's hair."You just look really hot in your suit,"she said, biting her lip. Ben felt his bloomers grow tighter, his cock begging to be let out.

"person needs to acquire to maintain her script to herself,"he teased, squeezing her ass and making her let out a little schoolgirlish shriek.

"I could say the same about you,"she said, moving her helping hand from his whisker to his crotch, rubbing him softly through his pants."And you need to learn to calm down, we're in a public place baby."

Ben's turncock grew at her skin senses, and he wanted naught more than to let her unzip his pants and play with it. He pushed his hip closer to her, silently begging her grip to stiffen and to keep stroking him. She complied, and he bit his lip, trying not to moan.

"What am I supposed to do with this hot girl in her lilliputian little dress right in front of me ?"Ben asked, moving his rosehip in fourth dimension with Jess'stroking."If you keep doing that, I'm going to throw to turn you over one of those tables."

Jess hummed in delight, her fount flushing again. She opened her lip to respond, before being interrupted by a tap on her shoulder joint. She turned around quickly, standing in front of Ben to conceal the growing hump in his pants. He grabbed her rose hip and forced her ass against him, and she started subtly grinding her rosehip against him as she talked to the girl who had tapped her on the shoulder. Ben tried to heed but was too focused on the growing desire inside of him to rip all of Jess'clothes off and subscribe to her wherever he could.

The other girl soon left, and Jess spun back around to look Ben. Her deal quickly returned to his excrescence. Ben stared at her, imagining her perfect red sassing wrapped around his hammer. No one would notice if they slipped off to the bathroom, would they ? She was so gifted with her tongue she would be capable to alleviate him quickly enough that no one would even care that they were gone, right ? Then he thought about the little Negroid thong he knew was the only thing she was wearing underneath her dress, and he knew her mouth wouldn't completely satisfy him. He needed to cum rich inside her and fill her as a great deal as himself. His cock was aching for her, he knew he needed to do something soon.

The way she was looking at him, he knew she was feeling the same way. He couldn't take her into the john, there were too many people there that knew them and would be intimate to interrupt. He would have to take her back out to their car. He grabbed her hand, leading her off the dance floor.

"Where are we going, babe ?"Jess asked, Thomas Hardy able to keep up with Ben's hurried pace.

"You got me all worked up, now you need to fix it,"he said, his cock throbbing underneath his pants. Jess giggled with joy and quickened her whole tone. They approached the car, and Jess rummaged through her purse, looking for the key fruit."No meter for that,"Ben growled, putting his hired man on Jess'shoulder. He bent her down over the hood of the car, and lifted up her skirt. Her lacy black thong was completely soaked through. He quickly unzipped his bloomers, moaning in relief as his cock sprung out. He guided it toward her dripping pussy, and slowly pushed it against her slit. It slid in effortlessly, making him groan again. His hands went to her hips as he started thrusting deeply into her, her pussy gushing around him. Jess moaned as he forced his cock deeper and deeper into her, finally getting what he had been craving all night.

Ben felt Jess'legs start to judder as she got closer to orgasm. He sped up, wanting so badly to feel her pussy contract around him."Yes, baby, yes !"She screamed, her pussy getting even more wet as she came.

Ben could feel the tensity edifice in his cock, he was ready to set down into her gorgeous pussy. He moaned as he thrust his cock all the way inside her, filling her with his cum. He could already feel it gushing around his peter, and as he slowly pulled out it dripped out of her fuddled kitty."I'm not done with you yet,"he growled, tool still craving her. He picked up her purse from where it had fallen to the reason, fished out the key, and unlocked the car. He opened the door to the backseat and got in, Jess following right after and straddling him.

She lifted her annulus and guided his hammer right back into her already full slit. She started grinding her hips against his, and he groaned as her stage tightened. He unzipped the back of her dress and let her perfect tits out, his mouth quickly taking its place on her nipple, sucking it as she kept grinding against his stopcock. Her hands tangled in his hair, forcing him near to him and making him lactate even harder on her perky breast. He could finger her leg tightening even more and he could tell she was getting close to another orgasm. He started thrusting his hips in prison term with her move, making her gasp. Keeping his lip on her nipple, he put his hands on her articulatio coxae, forcing her to learn the entire duration of his cock with every thrust. Her hands tightened in his haircloth and she screamed, legs vibration as she came. He couldn't resist her pussy massaging his cock, and he groaned as he filled her with his cum again. She kept grinding her pelvis against him, trying to milk every cliff from his pulsing pecker. He moaned as his cock kept pumping, responding to the perfect tactile sensation of her pussy enveloping it.

Jess slowly climbed off him, his cum dripping out of her pussy down her thigh. She zipped up her wearing apparel and brushed her annulus back down over her thighs. Ben's tool was still rock hard, but she was clearly tired out by their vigorous fucking. He tilted his caput back and sighed in relief. He could've gone all dark, but that would be adequate to satisfy him until they got home later. Jess glanced over at him, noticing his pecker still sticking straight into the air.

"Do you want more ?"She asked, center not leaving his cock.

"I'm satisfied, baby. I know you're tired."

"Not too tired for this,"she said, quickly bending her head over and taking his shaft into her lip. Ben moaned in pleasure, bucking his pelvic girdle and tangling his hands in her hair. He was so spiritualist that her spit felt even best than normal, and nix could look better than her red lips wrapped around him like they were. Her brown eyes looked up at him, dick buried deep in her backtalk, and he gasped as he felt his cock jump to pulse again, filling her mouth with more cum than he thought possible. She sucked every last drop from him before lifting her read/write head, lipstick slightly smeared but eyes looking triumphant.

Ben let his heading free fall back against the headrest."I don't know if I can walk after that, babe."

She giggled."I thought I was the one who was supposed to be walking queer after that."

Ben smiled, reaching a hand out to stroke her hairsbreadth."You're the one who started this, babe. Running your hand all over my thigh, you knew I would get worked up."

"I know, and this is exactly what I wanted,"she said with a sly grin.

"I'm glad I could be of Service,"Ben said, pulling his pants back on."Now let's get back to dancing. ”