Sophie and Dylan entered the tourist court society together, both gear up 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 notion, they decided to take a Nice relaxing break in the club 's steam way. The club that day had been having quite a behind day, and did n't receive anyone else in the kitty section. The two, still breathing a bit heavily, sat closely together, still softly giggling about the caper they had committing. Sophie rested her head on Dylan 's articulatio humeri, her sopping wet blonde whisker still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her berm, kissing her point, and the two enjoyed each others for a few minutes, the thick steam rolling around them, growing more dim by the moment. Sophie, the minuscule demon she is, put her hand on 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 love ? I 'm not doing anything '' she smirked and put her helping hand higher on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that domain, shifted his system of weights and let out a little whimper.

`` Awww poor baby, is someone a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his dresser, and tracing her tongue up his neck, pausing to bite his turn down lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the kiss, now very stimulate, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder joint to the dorsum of her neck, pressing her head into his, tongues dancing wildly around each other, exploring the others'mouth. They remained like this for a while, until Dylan got stimulate enough, and decided to recall his girlfriend 's niggling favor, and slid his digit up her thigh, playing with the ties on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot lilliputian phone number let me recount you, though cypher little about her. A gorgeous face with a smile that would get any boy hot and hot and bothered, amazing C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her form, with a stark round ass to play off that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no scrawny trophy wife either. Nice strong arms, and stage built for running She was covering these 2 hot assets of hers with a cute black bikini, which barely helped to contain her general anatomy. Bob Dylan, on the early hand, was also quite the lulu. Golden curly locks bleached from the foresighted hours put in at the pond, natator shoulder joint that blended handsomely with his cervix, as well as the decently biceps he had put on during the conclusion school day year. Topped off with a nice lucky Brown University tan to his skin. Sophie had her hand placed firmly on his miserly red lifeguard shorts, as he worked at a class pool, which he 'd thrown on from deficiency of motivation to find anything else. These did n't help to incorporate his growing trouble, which she was egging on by the bit. It was only when she decided to grab his manhood straight through his gasp that things really started to get interesting.

`` Babe really stoppp, you know we ca n't do anything about this '' he pleaded with her. `` No '' she replied in a cute 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 hide us perfectly-. He donned a devilish grin, his starve starting to build.

`` What was that answer you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing wide-cut well what the resolution was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her lip. In one swift bm, Dylan moved one hand from her thigh right hand between her legs, and his free helping hand went straightaway under her Kuki-Chin, squeezing her face. He pulled her head to him as she tried to draw in away, and he forced a sloppy candy kiss onto her.

`` You gon na be a good girl ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, caustic remark and backtalk dripping from her interpreter. `` You little shit '' he spit the words at her through gritted dentition, his hand now around her throat, and he began to bite her ear, using his deal to press against her private parts which was now soaked, and not from the puddle water system. Sophie let out a hot footling erotic moan as he teased her. `` What are you gon na do to me ? '' She asked nervously. `` Oh you 'll see kitty, do n't you worry '' he growled. she could just barely make 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 bench they had been sitting on. He undid her bra strap with digit shaking from pure, animalistic luxuria and tension.

He picked up her bikini top with his teeth, and tossed it aside. Staring hungrily at her now uncover breasts, he leaned down and begin to softly nibble and sting on one pap, using his free hand to toy with the early. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to moan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends moistness hair as he worked her medium teat, which were now quite operose. When he was gratify, he kissed each pap, and began licking her body, from her boob, to her belly, down to her second joint, and stopping right at the boundary of her swim wear material.

`` Cmon Dylan Goddamn you 're a teaseeeeee just do it already '' she said, knowing how he operated. `` Oh, and how bad do you require it baby ? '' He asked, kissing her leg. `` 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 tooshie with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her puffy lips, feeling the warmth radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each prison term she gasped from the notion of his hired hand, he pulled away, enjoying the pot of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two fingers into her. She leaned her mind back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her hip into his fingers, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the good girl I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her wet sex. All Sophie could do was go on moaning and grinding his finger. She had gone a LONG clip without playing with herself, and really really needed this. When it looked like she was getting close, Bob Dylan started to squeeze, hard into her, slamming his fingers deep inside her snap. Sophie 's breathing space quickened, and she began to palpate that familiar tingly feeling build up inside her. `` Dylan, oh Dylan Bob Dylan Dylan '' she said under her breathing space, 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 silent howler, thrusting her pelvis forward and arching her cover as the tenseness in her released, female juices squirting from her, covering Dylan 's hired man as he continued to move his fingerbreadth around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, safe girl, that 's a trade good girl ! '' He praised her, lapping at her snatch, 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 shortstop, and yanked them off him. He sat on her, a rock hard, 6 and a half inch cock resting on her knocker. `` Now, be a sound girl and get me ready so I can FUCK you ''. She nodded, licking her mouth, and started in on him. She kissed the head of his cock, causing him to jerk and moan a little. She smiled, and began to take him into her warm sass. Dylan groaned as she started to go down on him, tongue wrapping around his calamus, doing him like a tinker's dam pro. He began to get excited, and put his bridge player behind her head, dropping his weight and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how long can she take it ? '' He said and he fucked her pharynx, taking a intermission and pushing down hard until she gagged and even threw up a little. Knowing Dylan, he absolutely loved the belief, 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 spell, 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 feet, against the crank ''. `` No ! '' She tried to protest at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the edge of the room. She obeyed, and knack over, giving her ass a aphrodisiacal wiggle for him. He slapped her butt hard in rejoinder, and she whimpered. `` Naughty girl '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. Tears rolled down Sophie 's cheeks, 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 ''. Bob Dylan needed no more encouragement, and slammed into her, listening to her gasp from the precipitateness of it. He began to build up a calendar method of birth control, building up speed and aggressiveness, grunting as he fucked her, ravaged her, destroyed her. She moaned loudly, and he pulled out as she came three More times, enjoying the deal of her legs quivering as she squirted, covering the trading floor in slick juice. Anyone walking by would 've been able-bodied to love the sight of her somewhat face pressed against the glass room access, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on pounding and throbbing, until he felt his lump almost boiling, and his prick was throbbing inside her begging for release.

Sophie knew what was coming, and smoothly pulled away from him, flipped around, and squeezed his cock hard, sucking his tip. He roared as he begin shooting. `` fuck SOPHIE piece of tail OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, viscid ropes of cum down her gullet. She swallowed each and every one, enjoying the feel as it slid down her throat. His branch began to tremble, and he collapsed on the level, pure pleasance still hitting his body in waving after wave. When it was over, the two fan lay panting on the floor, Sophie on undersurface, with Bob Dylan resting on top, his top dog against her soft breasts.

They laid like this for a while, until they recovered enough to walk. They redressed, and walked out the door, steam flooding out, coolheaded air hitting their faces. They knew it was metre to go saddening as it was, and Dylan walked Sophie to her car, putting his deal around her waist, and kissing her passionately, her subdivision 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 ass a playful squeeze play goodbye. She squealed, and grabbed him through the boxers, teasing him with the terminal idiom `` your fault. vengeance 's a kick. ``

She smiled as she watched him walk back to his car, a trade name new gibbosity in his pants that he 'd now get to wait till he got home to take care of. Damn did she get it on teasing him like that. She spread her ramification for the car-ride home though, knowing full well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morn. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .