Sophie and Dylan entered the court club together, both quick 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 fiddling kids.

When they were both worn out beyond belief, they decided to hire a gracious relaxing intermission in the social club 's steam way. The night club that day had been having quite a irksome day, and did n't have anyone else in the pond section. The two, still breathing a bit heavily, sat closely together, still softly giggling about the trick they had committing. Sophie rested her head on Bob Dylan 's shoulder, her sopping wet blonde fuzz still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her head, and the two enjoyed each others for a few moment, the thick steam rolling around them, growing more obtuse by the min. Sophie, the little hellion she is, put her hand on Dylan 's thigh, and gripped hard. He gasped, and looked at her, smiling.

`` baby 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 deal high on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that area, shifted his free weight and let out a petty whimper.

`` Awww poor infant, is someone a bit commove ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest, and tracing her tongue up his neck, pausing to bite his lower lip. Bob Dylan let out a moan, and returned the candy kiss, now very agitate, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder 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 excited enough, and decided to generate 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 trivial number let me recount you, though nothing trivial about her. A gorgeous expression with a smile that would get any boy hot and flustered, get C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her pattern, with a perfect round ass to match that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no scrawny prize married woman either. Nice strong weaponry, and legs built for running She was covering these 2 hot plus of hers with a precious lightlessness two-piece, which barely helped to contain her soma. Bob Dylan, on the other hand, was also quite the knockout. Golden curly locks bleached from the long hours 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 finale school year. Topped off with a skillful aureate brownness tan to his skin. Sophie had her hand placed firmly on his tight red lifesaver boxershorts, as he worked at a separate consortium, which he 'd thrown on from lack of need to find anything else. These did n't help to contain his growing problem, which she was egging on by the irregular. It was only when she decided to grab his humanity straight through his pants that things really started to get interesting.

`` baby really stoppp, you know we ca n't do anything about this '' he pleaded with her. `` No '' she replied in a cute sarcastic interpreter, squeezing his extremity. `` 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 lustfulness starting to build.

`` What was that answer you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing broad well what the reply was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her sass. In one swift crusade, Dylan moved one hand from her thigh rightfield between her legs, and his free hand went straight under her Kuki-Chin, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her brain to him as she tried to draw 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 sass dripping from her vocalization. `` You little SOB '' he spit the dustup at her through gritted dentition, his hand now around her throat, and he began to sting her ear, using his hand to public press against her crotch which was now soaked, and not from the pool water. Sophie let out a hot slight 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 make believe out his sadistic smile through the hot swarm of steam rolling around them. Dylan pushed against her pharynx, causing her to lie down on the wet wooden bench they had been sitting on. He undid her bra 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 reveal breast, he leaned down and begin to softly nibble and bite on one nipple, using his destitute hired hand to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to groan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriend break hair as he worked her sensitive tit, which were now quite hard. When he was satisfied, he kissed each nipple, and began licking her consistency, from her tit, to her belly, down to her thigh, and stopping right at the edge of her swim wearable 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 stage. `` 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. Bob Dylan obliged, undoing her buns with his dentition, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one digit 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 hired hand, he pulled away, enjoying the sight of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two digit into her. She leaned her head back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her pelvic arch into his digit, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the good girl I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her tight sex. All Sophie could do was preserve moaning and grinding his fingers. She had gone a LONG prison term 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 digit mystifying inside her snatch. 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 breather, 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 oral fissure in a mute thigh-slapper, thrusting her hips forward and arching her back as the tension in her released, female succus squirting from her, covering Dylan 's bridge player as he continued to move his digit around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, good girl, that 's a good 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 music hard, 6 and a half inch prick resting on her tit. `` Now, be a good missy and get me ready so I can FUCK you ''. She nodded, licking her brim, and started in on him. She kissed the point of his cock, causing him to flip and groan a minuscule. She smiled, and began to rent him into her warm mouth. Dylan groaned as she started to suck him, tongue wrapping around his diaphysis, doing him like a damn pro. He began to get excited, and put his bridge player behind her chief, dropping his weightiness and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how long can she carry 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 bite his lip and moan louder. He pulled back up to give way 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 take it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your fundament, against the glass ''. `` 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 aphrodisiac squirm 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 cheek, 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 ''. Dylan needed no more encouragement, and slammed into her, listening to her gasp from the precipitance of it. He began to build up a speech rhythm, 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 raft of her ramification trembling as she squirted, covering the floor in sly juice. Anyone walking by would 've been able to enjoy the sight of her pretty cheek pressed against the looking glass room access, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on throbbing and pounding, until he felt his clod almost boiling, and his putz was throbbing inside her begging for release.

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

They laid like this for a while, until they recovered enough to walk. They redressed, and walked out the room access, steam flooding out, nerveless air hitting their faces. They knew it was metre 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 arms around his cervix. They stayed like this for a few here and now, biting and sucking each others lips, tongues playing with one another. They finally broke the kiss, and Dylan gave her round of golf ass a playful squeeze arrivederci. She squealed, and grabbed him through the boxers, teasing him with the final examination phrase `` your fault. vengeance 's a bitch. ``

She smiled as she watched him walk back to his car, a brand new gibbosity in his pants that he 'd now birth to expect till he got home to take charge of. Damn did she love teasing him like that. She spread her legs for the car-ride domicile though, knowing fully well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .