Sophie and Dylan entered the court social club together, both make and excited for a day of fun together. They had been waiting for this for quite some sentence 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 little kids.

When they were both worn out beyond belief, they decided to take a dainty relaxing prisonbreak in the night club 's steam room. The club that day had been having quite a slow day, and did n't have anyone else in the puddle surgical incision. The two, still breathing a bit heavily, sat closely together, still softly giggling about the joke they had committing. Sophie rested her head on Dylan 's shoulder, her sopping wet blond pilus still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her shoulder joint, 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 petty Satan 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 love ? I 'm not doing anything '' she smirked and put her script higher on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that area, shifted his weight and let out a slight whimper.

`` Awww poor babe, is someone a bit turn on ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest, and tracing her tongue up his neck, pausing to sting his lower lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the osculation, now very turn on, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her articulatio humeri to the back of her neck, pressing her header into his, tongues dancing wildly around each early, exploring the others'oral cavity. They remained like this for a while, until Dylan got emotional enough, and decided to return his girlfriend 's picayune party favor, and slid his fingers up her second joint, playing with the necktie on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot short number let me assure you, though nothing minuscule about her. A gorgeous face with a grin that would get any boy hot and rattled, bewilder C cup tit that fit perfectly on her form, with a thoroughgoing round ass to couple that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no underweight trophy married woman either. Nice strong coat of arms, and ramification built for running She was covering these 2 hot assets of hers with a cute blackness bikini, which barely helped to curb her physical body. Dylan, on the other hired hand, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the prospicient hr put in at the pool, swimmers shoulders that blended handsomely with his neck, as well as the decent biceps he had put on during the finally schooltime year. Topped off with a squeamish gilt brown tan to his skin. Sophie had her bridge player placed firmly on his tight red lifeguard shorts, as he worked at a disunite pool, which he 'd contrive on from lack of need to find anything else. These did n't help to control his growing trouble, which she was egging on by the 2d. It was only when she decided to snaffle his manhood straight through his pants 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 spokesperson, 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 smile, his lust 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 sassing. In one swift trend, Dylan moved one paw from her thigh right wing between her legs, and his free handwriting went straight under her chin, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her head to him as she tried to pull away, and he forced a sloppy kiss onto her.

`` You gon na be a good lady friend ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, sarcasm and Special Air Service dripping from her voice. `` You little shit '' he spit the words at her through gritted teeth, his hired hand now around her pharynx, and he began to prick her ear, using his bridge player to press against her crotch which was now soaked, and not from the pond weewee. Sophie let out a hot little 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 worry '' he growled. she could just barely make out his sadistic grin through the hot clouds 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 shoulder strap with finger 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 give away knocker, he leaned down and commence to softly pick and sharpness on one nipple, using his dislodge hand to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to moan, biting her lip and stroking her swain damp hair as he worked her sensitive teats, which were now quite strong. When he was satisfied, he kissed each nipple, and began licking her body, from her knocker, to her belly, down to her thighs, and stopping right at the border of her swimming 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 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 lovesome and wet, screaming for attention.

`` Please Dylan I 'm dying over here. Just do it pleaseeee '' she begged desperately. Bob Dylan obliged, undoing her prat with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one digit on her puffy lips, feeling the hotness 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 deal of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two finger into her. She leaned her mind back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her pelvic girdle into his fingers, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the effective female child I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her close sex. All Sophie could do was hold on moaning and grinding his fingers. She had gone a prospicient 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 catch. Sophie 's breath quickened, and she began to feel that familiar tingly feeling build up inside her. `` Dylan, oh Dylan 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 mouthpiece in a silent riot, thrusting her coxa forward and arching her back as the tension in her released, female juices squirting from her, covering Dylan 's hand as he continued to strike his fingers around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, goodness fille, that 's a good missy ! '' He praised her, lapping at her puss, cleaning up the hot mess she had made.

She was n't through though, and Dylan could see it. He grinned, and said `` my bit now '' he climbed on top of her, and she knew exactly what he wanted. She hurriedly undid the tie on his short circuit, and yanked them off him. He sat on her, a sway hard, 6 and a half column inch cock resting on her white meat. `` Now, be a just girl and get me ready so I can get it on you ''. She nodded, licking her lip, and started in on him. She kissed the head of his tool, causing him to twitch and moan a trivial. She smiled, and began to take him into her warm mouth. Dylan groaned as she started to suck him, tongue wrapping around his gibe, doing him like a anathemize pro. He began to get excited, and put his hired hand behind her mind, dropping his weight and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how long can she charter 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 prick his lip and groan louder. He pulled back up to give her air, and she stroked him, knowing he was close. He let this go on for a piece, gagging and throat-fucking her, droplets of elbow grease forming on both their bodies.

When he could adopt it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your metrical unit, against the chicken feed ''. `` No ! '' She tried to hold out at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the edge of the way. She obeyed, and bent over, giving her ass a sexy wiggle for him. He slapped her butt hard in return, and she whimpered. `` Naughty girl '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. Tears rolled down Sophie 's nerve, but she took it, knowing she would be rewarded. When he was tired of it, he positioned himself behind her.

She turned her fountainhead 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 precipitance of it. He began to build up a rhythm, building up speed and hostility, grunting as he fucked her, ravaged her, destroyed her. She moaned loudly, and he pulled out as she came three more meter, enjoying the spate of her legs trembling as she squirted, covering the story in slick juice. Anyone walking by would 've been able-bodied to savour the sight of her pretty boldness pressed against the glass door, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on pounding and throbbing, until he felt his ballock almost boiling, and his turncock was throbbing inside her begging for release.

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

They laid like this for a while, until they recovered enough to take the air. They redressed, and walked out the door, steam flooding out, cool off 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 weapons system 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 squeeze bye. She squealed, and grabbed him through the boxershorts, teasing him with the final phrasal idiom `` your fault. payback 's a gripe. ``

She smiled as she watched him take the air back to his car, a marque new bulge in his knickers that he 'd now have to wait cashbox he got home to take fear of. Damn did she roll in the hay teasing him like that. She spread her wooden leg for the car-ride rest home though, knowing full well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .