Sophie and Dylan entered the court club together, both ready 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 twosome of footling kids.

When they were both worn out beyond notion, they decided to shoot a courteous relaxing break in the club 's steam room. The club that day had been having quite a slow day, and did n't deliver anyone else in the pool section. The two, still breathing a bit heavily, sat closely together, still softly giggling about the antics they had committing. Sophie rested her foreland on Dylan 's shoulder, her sopping wet blond haircloth still dripping. Bob Dylan put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her question, and the two enjoyed each others for a few arcminute, the thick steam rolling around them, growing more dense by the minute. Sophie, the little fiend she is, put her paw on Bob 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 roll in the hay ? I 'm not doing anything '' she smirked and put her bridge player higher on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that domain, shifted his weight and let out a footling whimper.

`` Awww poor baby, is mortal a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest, and tracing her spit up his neck, pausing to bite his lower lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the kiss, now very turn on, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder to the back of her neck, pressing her head word into his, glossa dancing wildly around each other, exploring the others'back talk. They remained like this for a while, until Bob Dylan got energize enough, and decided to bring back his lady friend 's niggling favor, and slid his finger up her second joint, playing with the ties on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot little number let me tell you, though nothing little about her. A gorgeous face with a smile that would get any boy hot and flustered, amazing C cup chest that fit perfectly on her form, with a perfect round ass to cope with that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no scrawny trophy wife either. Nice warm weaponry, and ramification built for running She was covering these 2 hot assets of hers with a precious black bikini, which barely helped to contain her anatomy. Bob Dylan, on the other hand, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the hanker hours put in at the pocket billiards, bather shoulder that blended handsomely with his cervix, as well as the comme il faut biceps he had put on during the net school yr. Topped off with a nice favourable brown tan to his hide. Sophie had her hired hand placed firmly on his tight red lifeguard short, as he worked at a differentiate puddle, which he 'd fox on from lack of motive to find anything else. These did n't facilitate to hold back his growing problem, which she was egging on by the secondment. It was only when she decided to grab his manhood straight through his drawers that matter really started to get matter to.

`` Babe really stoppp, you know we ca n't do anything about this '' he pleaded with her. `` No '' she replied in a precious 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 mephistophelian smiling, his thirst 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 lips. In one swift movement, Dylan moved one manus from her second joint right between her pegleg, and his unloosen manus went heterosexual person under her chin, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her pass to him as she tried to pull away, and he forced a sloppy kiss onto her.

`` You gon na be a honest girl ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, sarcasm and Special Air Service dripping from her voice. `` You petty bull '' he spit the words at her through gritted dentition, his hand now around her throat, and he began to bite her ear, using his mitt to press against her privates which was now soaked, and not from the pool water. 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 hold 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 workbench they had been sitting on. He undid her bra shoulder strap with fingers shaking from pure, animalistic lust and tension.

He picked up her bikini top with his teeth, and tossed it aside. Staring hungrily at her now exposed knocker, he leaned down and start out to softly nibble and sharpness on one nipple, using his free people hand to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to groan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends dampen haircloth as he worked her sensitive teats, which were now quite hard. When he was satisfied, he kissed each mamilla, and began licking her torso, from her breasts, to her belly, down to her thigh, and stopping right at the border 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 pamper ? '' 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 warm and wet, screaming for attention.

`` Please Dylan I 'm dying over here. Just do it pleaseeee '' she begged desperately. Dylan obliged, undoing her butt with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one digit on her puffy rim, feeling the heat radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each meter she gasped from the feeling of his hand, he pulled away, enjoying the sight of her weakness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two fingers into her. She leaned her head back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her hips into his digit, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the just young lady I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her blotto sex. All Sophie could do was sustain moaning and grinding his fingers. She had gone a hanker 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 finger's breadth deep inside her cunt. Sophie 's breathing spell quickened, and she began to feel that associate tingly feeling build up inside her. `` Bob Dylan, oh Dylan Dylan Dylan '' she said under her breath, 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 silent screeching, thrusting her pelvic girdle forward and arching her back as the tension in her released, distaff juices squirting from her, covering Dylan 's hand as he continued to propel his fingers around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, good female child, that 's a salutary little 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 tour 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 'n' roll hard, 6 and a half inch cock resting on her breasts. `` Now, be a secure fille and get me set so I can jazz you ''. She nodded, licking her mouth, and started in on him. She kissed the caput of his putz, causing him to twitch and groan a little. She smiled, and began to take him into her warm backtalk. Bob Dylan groaned as she started to suck in him, clapper wrapping around his cock, doing him like a damn pro. He began to get excited, and put his helping hand behind her head, dropping his weight and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how retentive 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 slight. Knowing Dylan, he absolutely loved the feeling, and it made him seize with teeth his lip and moan louder. He pulled back up to fall in 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 take it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your feet, against the glassful ''. `` No ! '' She tried to hold out at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the edge of the room. She obeyed, and bent over, giving her ass a aphrodisiacal wiggle for him. He slapped her butt on hard in take, and she whimpered. `` Naughty girl '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. tear 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 suddenness of it. He began to build up a rhythm, building up amphetamine and hostility, grunting as he fucked her, ravaged her, destroyed her. She moaned loudly, and he pulled out as she came three Sir Thomas More sentence, enjoying the stack of her leg trembling as she squirted, covering the floor in slick juice. Anyone walking by would 've been able to enjoy the sight of her jolly face pressed against the glass room access, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Bob Dylan kept on throbbing and pounding, until he felt his egg almost boiling, and his tool 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. `` shtup SOPHIE nooky OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, sticky ropes of cum down her gullet. She swallowed each and every one, enjoying the smell as it slid down her pharynx. His legs began to tremble, and he collapsed on the floor, pure pleasure still hitting his body in wave after moving ridge. When it was over, the two lovers lay panting on the floor, Sophie on arse, with Dylan resting on top, his forefront against her lenient breasts.

They laid like this for a while, 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 clip to go saddening as it was, and Bob Dylan walked Sophie to her car, putting his hands around her shank, and kissing her passionately, her arms around his cervix. They stayed like this for a few moments, biting and sucking each others lips, tongue playing with one another. They finally broke the candy kiss, and Dylan gave her bout ass a playful squeeze sayonara. She squealed, and grabbed him through the shorts, teasing him with the concluding idiom `` your mistake. Payback 's a bitch. ``

She smiled as she watched him walk back to his car, a brand new protrusion in his bloomers that he 'd now give to look trough he got abode to take care of. hoot did she eff teasing him like that. She spread her legs for the car-ride home though, knowing wide-cut well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .