Sophie and Bob Dylan entered the court of law club together, both gear up and excited for a day of fun together. They had been waiting for this for quite some fourth dimension now, and finally the day had come where they got to see each early. 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 prissy relaxing break in the club 's steam room. The club that day had been having quite a slow day, and did n't get 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 head on Dylan 's shoulder joint, her sopping wet blonde whisker 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 dim by the mo. Sophie, the little Satan she is, put her deal 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 love ? I 'm not doing anything '' she smirked and put her hand higher on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that orbit, shifted his weight and let out a piffling whimper.

`` Awww piteous baby, is someone a bit shake up ? '' She crooned to him, licking his breast, and tracing her knife up his neck, pausing to bite his lower 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 headspring into his, tongues dancing wildly around each other, exploring the others'mouth. They remained like this for a while, until Bob Dylan got excited enough, and decided to return his girlfriend 's petty favor, and slid his fingerbreadth up her thigh, playing with the tie-up on her Bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot little telephone number let me tell you, though nada little about her. A gorgeous fount with a grin that would get any boy hot and fluster, stick C cup boob that fit perfectly on her form, with a perfect round ass to match that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no skinny trophy married woman either. Nice strong arms, and legs built for running She was covering these 2 hot plus of hers with a cute bootleg bikini, which barely helped to contain her physical body. Dylan, on the other hand, was also quite the watcher. Golden curly locks bleached from the long hours put in at the pool, swimmers berm that blended handsomely with his cervix, as well as the decent biceps he had put on during the live school day year. Topped off with a nice prosperous brownness tan to his skin. Sophie had her hand placed firmly on his tight red lifeguard shorts, as he worked at a separate pool, which he 'd thrown on from want of motivation to detect anything else. These did n't help to hold his growing problem, which she was egging on by the second. It was only when she decided to grab his humanness straight through his drawers that affair 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 enshroud us perfectly-. He donned a devilish grin, his crave starting to build.

`` What was that answer you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing full well what the resolution was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her brim. In one swift movement, Dylan moved one hand from her second joint rightfulness between her stage, and his free script went straight under her Kuki-Chin, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her head to him as she tried to pull away, and he forced a boggy kiss onto her.

`` You gon na be a good missy ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, caustic remark and sass dripping from her vox. `` You little shit '' he spit the words at her through gritted teeth, his hand now around her pharynx, and he began to burn her ear, using his hand to jam against her crotch which was now soaked, and not from the kitty 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 kitten, do n't you worry '' he growled. she could just barely get out his sadistic grin through the hot cloud of steam rolling around them. Dylan pushed against her pharynx, causing her to lie down on the wet wooden work bench they had been sitting on. He undid her bra straps with fingerbreadth 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 tit, he leaned down and set about to softly nibble and chomp on one mamilla, using his free helping hand to toy with the early. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to moan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends damp hair as he worked her sensitive teats, which were now quite gruelling. When he was fulfill, he kissed each nipple, and began licking her body, from her tit, to her belly, down to her thighs, and stopping right at the bound of her swim wear material.

`` Cmon Bob 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 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. Dylan obliged, undoing her undersurface with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her intumescent 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 deal, he pulled away, enjoying the visual modality of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two digit into her. She leaned her principal back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her articulatio coxae 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 keep moaning and grinding his finger's breadth. She had gone a LONG meter 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 snatch. Sophie 's breathing time quickened, and she began to feel that associate tingly feeling build up inside her. `` Dylan, oh Dylan Dylan Bob 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 mouth in a mute scream, thrusting her pelvic girdle forward and arching her back as the tensity in her released, female juices squirting from her, covering Dylan 's bridge player as he continued to impress his fingers around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, soundly little 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 number 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 tilt hard, 6 and a half inch rooster 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 stopcock, causing him to squeeze and moan a little. She smiled, and began to consider him into her affectionate mouth. Dylan groaned as she started to suck him, clapper wrapping around his shaft, doing him like a shucks pro. He began to get excited, and put his hired man behind her head, dropping his exercising weight and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how tenacious can she fill it ? '' He said and he fucked her throat, taking a break and pushing down hard until she gagged and even threw up a small. Knowing Dylan, he absolutely loved the feeling, 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 while, gagging and throat-fucking her, droplets of swither forming on both their bodies.

When he could make it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your foot, against the glass ''. `` No ! '' She tried to resist at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the border of the room. She obeyed, and bent grass over, giving her ass a aphrodisiacal wiggle for him. He slapped her march unvoiced in takings, and she whimpered. `` Naughty girl '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. Tears rolled down Sophie 's impertinence, but she took it, knowing she would be rewarded. When he was tired of it, he positioned himself behind her.

She turned her headland and looked at him. `` Fuck me like an animal you dog ''. Dylan needed no more encouragement, and slammed into her, listening to her pant from the precipitousness of it. He began to build up a rhythm, building up pep pill and hostility, grunting as he fucked her, ravaged her, destroyed her. She moaned loudly, and he pulled out as she came three more times, enjoying the great deal of her peg shakiness as she squirted, covering the base in slick succus. Anyone walking by would 've been able to enjoy the deal of her moderately aspect pressed against the glass door, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on pounding and pounding, until he felt his balls almost boiling, and his hammer 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. `` FUCK SOPHIE piece of ass OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, sticky ropes of cum down her gullet. She swallowed each and every one, enjoying the feeling as it slid down her throat. His legs began to tremble, and he collapsed on the floor, pure pleasure still hitting his organic structure in wave after wafture. When it was over, the two fan lay panting on the level, Sophie on bottom, with Bob Dylan resting on top, his pass 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 off air hitting their faces. They knew it was time to go saddening as it was, and Dylan walked Sophie to her car, putting his mitt around her waist, and kissing her passionately, her arms around his neck. They stayed like this for a few present moment, biting and sucking each others lips, tongues playing with one another. They finally broke the kiss, and Dylan gave her round ass a playful liquidity crisis goodbye. She squealed, and grabbed him through the boxers, teasing him with the final phrase `` your fault. retribution 's a squawk. ``

She smiled as she watched him walk back to his car, a marque new bulge in his pants that he 'd now take to wait till he got dwelling house to take aim caution of. tinker's dam did she know teasing him like that. She spread her peg for the car-ride home though, knowing full well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the sunrise. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .