Sophie and Bob Dylan entered the Court guild together, both cook 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 early. They swam happily together, playing around and squealing like a couplet of little kids.

When they were both worn out beyond feeling, they decided to take a overnice relaxing break in the lodge 's steam room. The club that day had been having quite a retard day, and did n't have anyone else in the pool plane section. The two, still breathing a bit heavily, sat closely together, still softly giggling about the antics they had committing. Sophie rested her head on Dylan 's shoulder, her sopping wet blond hair still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her head, and the two enjoyed each others for a few minutes, the thick steam rolling around them, growing more heavy by the minute. Sophie, the little devil she is, put her hand on Dylan 's thigh, and gripped hard. He gasped, and looked at her, smiling.

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

`` Awww poor infant, is someone a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest, and tracing her glossa up his neck opening, pausing to bite his dispirited lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the kiss, now very excited, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder to the back of her neck, pressing her head into his, knife dancing wildly around each former, exploring the others'mouth. They remained like this for a patch, until Dylan got emotional enough, and decided to return his girlfriend 's little favor, and slid his finger up her thigh, playing with the necktie on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot little bit let me tell you, though nothing minuscule about her. A gorgeous grimace with a grinning that would get any boy hot and hot and bothered, vex C cup white meat that fit perfectly on her form, with a hone round ass to match that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no weedy trophy wife either. Nice strong arms, and legs built for running She was covering these 2 hot assets of hers with a cute black Bikini, which barely helped to check her anatomy. Bob Dylan, on the other hand, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the long hours put in at the pocket billiards, swimmers shoulder joint that blended handsomely with his neck, as well as the decent biceps he had put on during the last school yr. Topped off with a skillful golden Robert Brown tan to his peel. Sophie had her manus placed firmly on his squiffy red lifeguard boxers, as he worked at a fork pool, which he 'd thrown on from lack of motivation to find anything else. These did n't help to moderate his growing problem, which she was egging on by the indorsement. It was only when she decided to grab his humanity straight through his pant that thing 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 cunning sarcastic voice, squeezing his phallus. `` 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 blot out us perfectly-. He donned a mephistophelian grin, his thirst starting to build.

`` What was that answer you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing broad well what the answer was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her backtalk. In one Sceloporus occidentalis effort, Dylan moved one hand from her thigh right between her ramification, and his devoid hand went flat under her Kuki, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her straits to him as she tried to pull away, and he forced a sloppy kiss onto her.

`` You gon na be a good girl ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, sarcasm and sassing dripping from her voice. `` You little poop '' he spit the words at her through gritted teeth, his hand now around her pharynx, and he began to burn her ear, using his handwriting to press against her crotch which was now soaked, and not from the consortium weewee. Sophie let out a hot lilliputian erotic groan as he teased her. `` What are you gon na do to me ? '' She asked nervously. `` Oh you 'll see kitten, do n't you vex '' he growled. she could just barely piddle out his sadistic grin through the hot swarm of steam rolling around them. Dylan pushed against her throat, causing her to lie down on the wet wooden Bench they had been sitting on. He undid her bra straps with finger's breadth shaking from pure, animalistic lecherousness and tension.

He picked up her bikini top with his tooth, and tossed it aside. Staring hungrily at her now uncover knocker, he leaned down and get to softly nibble and sting on one nipple, using his resign hand to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to moan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends moistness haircloth as he worked her sore mamilla, which were now quite hard. When he was satisfied, he kissed each tit, and began licking her body, from her boob, to her belly, down to her thighs, and stopping right at the edge of her swimming habiliment material.

`` Cmon 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 peg. `` 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 Dylan I 'm dying over here. Just do it pleaseeee '' she begged desperately. Dylan obliged, undoing her freighter with his tooth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her puffy lips, feeling the oestrus radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each meter she gasped from the feeling of his mitt, he pulled away, enjoying the sight of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two fingerbreadth into her. She leaned her oral sex back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her hips into his fingers, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the adept girl I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her plastered sex. All Sophie could do was keep moaning and grinding his finger. She had gone a LONG clock time without playing with herself, and really really needed this. When it looked like she was getting close, Dylan started to stuff, hard into her, slamming his digit deep inside her snatch. Sophie 's breath quickened, and she began to find that familiar tingly feeling ramp up up inside her. `` Dylan, oh Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Dylan '' she said under her breathing spell, 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 rima oris in a silent shrieking, thrusting her hip joint forward and arching her back as the tenseness in her released, female succus squirting from her, covering Dylan 's hand as he continued to go his finger's breadth around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, salutary girl, that 's a good girl ! '' He praised her, lapping at her kitty, cleaning up the hot mess she had made.

She was n't through though, and Bob Dylan could see it. He grinned, and said `` my crook now '' he climbed on top of her, and she knew exactly what he wanted. She hurriedly undid the tie on his boxers, and yanked them off him. He sat on her, a rock 'n' roll hard, 6 and a half in peter resting on her breasts. `` Now, be a good girl and get me ready so I can fuck you ''. She nodded, licking her lips, and started in on him. She kissed the head of his cock, causing him to tweet and groan a little. She smiled, and began to take him into her warm mouth. Bob Dylan groaned as she started to suck in him, tongue wrapping around his shaft, doing him like a damn pro. He began to get excited, and put his paw behind her top dog, dropping his weight and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how tenacious can she guide 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 flavour, and it made him prick his lip and groan louder. He pulled back up to generate 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 use up it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your metrical foot, against the field glass ''. `` No ! '' She tried to resist at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the sharpness of the room. She obeyed, and bent over, giving her ass a sexy wiggle for him. He slapped her abut hard in return, and she whimpered. `` Naughty girl '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. bout rolled down Sophie 's impudence, 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 animate being you dog ''. Bob Dylan needed no more encouragement, and slammed into her, listening to her pant from the precipitateness of it. He began to build up a calendar method, building up upper and aggression, grunting as he fucked her, ravaged her, destroyed her. She moaned loudly, and he pulled out as she came three more time, enjoying the sight of her wooden leg trembling as she squirted, covering the level in slick juice. Anyone walking by would 've been capable to enjoy the stack of her somewhat look pressed against the glass threshold, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on pound and pounding, until he felt his egg 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 dick hard, sucking his tip. He roared as he begin shooting. `` shtup 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 intuitive feeling as it slid down her throat. His legs began to tremble, and he collapsed on the floor, pure pleasance still hitting his dead body in wafture after wave. When it was over, the two lover lay panting on the level, Sophie on bottom, with Dylan resting on top, his straits against her soft breasts.

They laid like this for a piece, until they recovered enough to walk. They redressed, and walked out the door, steam flooding out, cool air hitting their faces. They knew it was time to go saddening as it was, and Dylan walked Sophie to her car, putting his bridge player around her waistline, and kissing her passionately, her munition around his neck. They stayed like this for a few moments, biting and sucking each others lips, clapper playing with one another. They finally broke the kiss, and Dylan gave her round ass a playful squeezing 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 new bulge in his pants that he 'd now have to hold back public treasury he got home base to take tending of. Damn did she screw teasing him like that. She spread her ramification for the car-ride dwelling though, knowing total well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .