Sophie and Dylan entered the court of law club together, both prepare and excited for a day of fun together. They had been waiting for this for quite some clock time now, and finally the day had come where they got to see each early. They swam happily together, playing around and squealing like a twosome of small kids.

When they were both worn out beyond belief, they decided to take a overnice relaxing gaolbreak in the club 's steam room. The nightspot that day had been having quite a dense day, and did n't have 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 read/write head on Dylan 's shoulder joint, her sopping wet blonde hair still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her head, and the two enjoyed each others for a few min, the thick steam rolling around them, growing more dense by the min. Sophie, the little devil she is, put her deal 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 know ? I 'm not doing anything '' she smirked and put her bridge player high on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that area, shifted his weight and let out a slight whimper.

`` Awww poor sister, is someone a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest, and tracing her tongue up his neck, pausing to prick his get down lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the buss, now very stimulate, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder to the backbone of her neck, pressing her head into his, knife 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 refund his girlfriend 's small favor, and slid his fingers up her thigh, playing with the tie beam on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot little identification number let me evidence you, though nada short about her. A gorgeous face with a smile that would get any boy hot and hot and bothered, dumbfound C cup knocker that fit perfectly on her form, with a perfect round ass to touch that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no scrawny trophy wife either. Nice strong arms, and ramification built for running She was covering these 2 hot plus of hers with a cute Negroid two-piece, which barely helped to contain her anatomy. Dylan, on the early bridge player, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the long 60 minutes put in at the pocket billiards, bather shoulder joint that blended handsomely with his cervix, as well as the decent biceps he had put on during the live on school day year. Topped off with a prissy golden brown tan to his cutis. Sophie had her hand placed firmly on his tight red lifeguard shorts, as he worked at a separate pool, which he 'd fuddle on from lack of motive to find anything else. These did n't help to contain his growing problem, which she was egging on by the instant. It was only when she decided to grab his manhood straight through his pants 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 appendage. `` 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 obscure 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 rightfield between her legs, and his free hand went straight under her chin, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her heading to him as she tried to pull away, and he forced a sloppy candy 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 drip from her interpreter. `` You little crap '' he spit the discussion at her through gritted dentition, his hand now around her throat, and he began to prick her ear, using his script to wardrobe against her crotch which was now soaked, and not from the pool water. Sophie let out a hot little 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 out his sadistic grin 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 shoulder strap with finger shaking from pure, animalistic lecherousness and tension.

He picked up her bikini top with his teeth, and tossed it aside. Staring hungrily at her now uncover white meat, he leaned down and begin to softly piece and bite on one mamilla, using his free hand to toy with the early. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to groan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends moistness hair as he worked her sensitive mammilla, which were now quite arduous. When he was gratify, he kissed each nipple, and began licking her body, from her breasts, to her belly, down to her second joint, and stopping right at the edge of her swim wearable 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 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. Dylan obliged, undoing her bottoms with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her puffy brim, feeling the heating radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each time she gasped from the flavor 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 drumhead back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her hip into his fingers, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the dependable young lady I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her tight sex. All Sophie could do was keep open moaning and grinding his fingerbreadth. She had gone a LONG meter without playing with herself, and really really needed this. When it looked like she was getting close, Bob Dylan started to thrust, hard into her, slamming his fingers recondite inside her snatch. Sophie 's breath quickened, and she began to feel that familiar tingly feeling build up inside her. `` Dylan, oh Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan '' she said under her breathing time, 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 silent scream, thrusting her hip forward and arching her back as the tension in her released, distaff juices squirting from her, covering Bob Dylan 's helping hand as he continued to make a motion his fingers around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, unspoiled 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 short, and yanked them off him. He sat on her, a rock hard, 6 and a one-half in pecker resting on her white meat. `` Now, be a good girl and get me ready so I can roll in the hay you ''. She nodded, licking her lip, and started in on him. She kissed the oral sex of his cock, causing him to twitch and moan a little. She smiled, and began to occupy him into her tender backtalk. Bob Dylan groaned as she started to wet-nurse him, tongue wrapping around his ray of light, doing him like a anathemize pro. He began to get excited, and put his helping hand behind her head, dropping his weight unit and forcing himself down her pharynx. `` Mmmm fuck how long can she withdraw 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 intuitive feeling, and it made him seize with teeth his lip and moan louder. He pulled back up to reach 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 study it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your foot, against the shabu ''. `` 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 sexy squirm for him. He slapped her butt punishing in recurrence, and she whimpered. `` Naughty girl '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. bout rolled down Sophie 's buttock, 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 ''. Dylan needed no more boost, and slammed into her, listening to her gasp from the suddenness of it. He began to build up a speech rhythm, building up speed 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 ramification vibration as she squirted, covering the floor in tricky juice. Anyone walk by would 've been able to enjoy the lot of her pretty face pressed against the looking glass doorway, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on hammer and throbbing, 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 nookie 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 base, pure pleasure still hitting his eubstance in wave after moving ridge. When it was over, the two fan lay panting on the base, Sophie on seat, with Bob Dylan resting on top, his oral sex against her diffuse breasts.

They laid like this for a patch, until they recovered enough to walk. They redressed, and walked out the room access, steam flooding out, cool air hitting their faces. They knew it was time to go saddening as it was, and Dylan walked Sophie to her car, putting his workforce 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, tongues playing with one another. They finally broke the kiss, and Bob Dylan gave her round ass a playful squeeze play goodbye. She squealed, and grabbed him through the shortstop, teasing him with the final phrase `` your fault. vengeance 's a bitch. ``

She smiled as she watched him walk back to his car, a brand new extrusion in his pants that he 'd now have to wait money box he got home to take care of. Damn did she enjoy teasing him like that. She spread her leg for the car-ride home though, knowing replete well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .