Sophie and Dylan entered the court club together, both fix and excited for a day of fun together. They had been waiting for this for quite some prison term now, and finally the day had come where they got to see each former. They swam happily together, playing around and squealing like a distich of slight kids.

When they were both worn out beyond notion, they decided to take a dainty relaxing break in the club 's steam way. The order that day had been having quite a sluggish day, and did n't feature anyone else in the pool incision. 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 hair still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her articulatio humeri, kissing her straits, and the two enjoyed each others for a few bit, the thick steam rolling around them, growing more obtuse by the minute. Sophie, the little devil 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 manus higher on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that area, shifted his free weight and let out a little whimper.

`` Awww poor baby, is someone a bit delirious ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest of drawers, and tracing her tongue up his neck, pausing to bite his frown lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the buss, now very frantic, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder to the back of her neck, pressing her head into his, natural language dancing wildly around each other, exploring the others'mouth. They remained like this for a while, until Dylan got excited enough, and decided to return his lady friend 's petty party favor, and slid his digit up her thigh, playing with the association on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot little telephone number let me tell you, though nothing little about her. A gorgeous face with a smile that would get any boy hot and flustered, baffle C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her form, with a perfect round ass to couple that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no scrawny trophy wife either. Nice strong arms, and peg built for running She was covering these 2 hot assets of hers with a cute disastrous bikini, which barely helped to hold in her physique. Dylan, on the former hand, was also quite the knockout. Golden curly locks bleached from the long hours put in at the pool, swimmer articulatio humeri that blended handsomely with his neck, as well as the decent biceps he had put on during the last-place school year. Topped off with a nice golden brown tan to his hide. Sophie had her hand placed firmly on his tight red lifeguard shorts, as he worked at a branch pool, which he 'd project on from deficiency of motive to find anything else. These did n't facilitate to take his growing problem, which she was egging on by the indorse. It was only when she decided to snaffle his humanity straight through his drawers that things really started to get interesting.

`` infant 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 penis. `` 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 blot out us perfectly-. He donned a devilish grin, his lust starting to build.

`` What was that answer you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing full well what the solution was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her lips. In one swift movement, Dylan moved one hand from her thigh right between her leg, and his gratuitous hand went heterosexual person under her chin, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her promontory to him as she tried to draw in away, and he forced a swampy osculation onto her.

`` You gon na be a good girl ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, caustic remark and sass dripping from her voice. `` You short take a shit '' he spit the give-and-take at her through gritted dentition, his hired man now around her throat, and he began to seize with teeth her ear, using his hand to pressing against her crotch which was now soaked, and not from the kitty piddle. 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 kitty, do n't you care '' he growled. she could just barely make water out his sadistic grin through the hot clouds 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 straps with finger's breadth 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 let out tit, he leaned down and begin to softly nibble and insect bite on one nipple, using his free paw to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to moan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends damp fuzz as he worked her sensitive nipple, which were now quite hard. When he was satisfied, he kissed each nipple, and began licking her dead body, from her white meat, to her belly, down to her thigh, and stopping right at the bound of her swim wearing 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 ramification. `` 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 keister with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her turgid brim, feeling the passion radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each time she gasped from the impression of his hired hand, he pulled away, enjoying the sight of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two fingers into her. She leaned her head teacher back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her hips into his digit, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the goodness girl I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her cockeyed sex. All Sophie could do was keep moaning and grinding his digit. She had gone a foresightful 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 deep inside her pussy. Sophie 's breath quickened, and she began to experience that familiar tingly feeling work up up inside her. `` Bob Dylan, oh Dylan Bob 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 lip in a silent sidesplitter, thrusting her pelvic arch forward and arching her binding as the tensity in her released, female succus squirting from her, covering Dylan 's hand as he continued to affect his finger around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, good lady friend, that 's a soundly little girl ! '' He praised her, lapping at her pussy, cleaning up the hot hole 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 sway hard, 6 and a half inch prick resting on her breasts. `` Now, be a honorable little girl and get me ready so I can FUCK you ''. She nodded, licking her lips, and started in on him. She kissed the psyche of his cock, causing him to flip and moan a little. She smiled, and began to take him into her warm lip. Bob Dylan groaned as she started to go down on him, spit wrapping around his diaphysis, doing him like a red cent pro. He began to get excited, and put his hired man behind her head, dropping his weight and forcing himself down her pharynx. `` Mmmm fuck how long can she take it ? '' He said and he fucked her pharynx, taking a pause and pushing down hard until she gagged and even threw up a lilliputian. Knowing Bob Dylan, he absolutely loved the feeling, and it made him seize with teeth 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 while, gagging and throat-fucking her, droplets of sweat forming on both their bodies.

When he could lead it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your feet, against the methamphetamine hydrochloride ''. `` No ! '' She tried to resist at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the edge of the elbow room. She obeyed, and bent grass 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 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 beast 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 cycle, building up stop number and aggression, grunting as he fucked her, ravaged her, destroyed her. She moaned loudly, and he pulled out as she came three more times, enjoying the sight of her stage quiver as she squirted, covering the floor in sleek down succus. Anyone walk by would 've been able to enjoy the sight of her pretty side pressed against the glass door, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on pounding and hammering, until he felt his balls almost boiling, and his cock was throbbing inside her mendicancy 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 screw OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, pasty ropes of cum down her esophagus. She swallowed each and every one, enjoying the feel as it slid down her pharynx. His legs began to tremble, and he collapsed on the storey, pure pleasure still hitting his body in wave after wave. When it was over, the two lovers lay panting on the floor, Sophie on bottom, with Dylan resting on top, his heading against her piano breasts.

They laid like this for a patch, until they recovered enough to walk. They redressed, and walked out the threshold, steam flooding out, cool air hitting their faces. They knew it was prison term to go saddening as it was, and Bob Dylan walked Sophie to her car, putting his bridge player around her waist, and kissing her passionately, her arms around his neck. They stayed like this for a few moments, biting and sucking each others lips, natural language playing with one another. They finally broke the kiss, and Bob Dylan gave her stave ass a playful squeeze goodbye. She squealed, and grabbed him through the shortstop, teasing him with the final musical phrase `` your fault. Payback 's a bitch. ``

She smiled as she watched him walk back to his car, a brand new swelling in his pants that he 'd now hold to hold off public treasury he got habitation to adopt aid of. Damn did she love teasing him like that. She spread her ramification for the car-ride house though, knowing wide-cut well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .