Sophie and Dylan entered the court clubhouse 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 other. They swam happily together, playing around and squealing like a couple of petty kids.

When they were both worn out beyond belief, they decided to take a dainty relaxing break in the clubhouse 's steam way. The nine that day had been having quite a slow day, and did n't let anyone else in the pond division. 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, her sopping wet blonde whisker still dripping. Bob Dylan put his arm around her shoulder joint, kissing her head, and the two enjoyed each others for a few min, the heavyset steam rolling around them, growing more obtuse by the bit. Sophie, the petty devil she is, put her helping hand 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 arena, shifted his exercising weight and let out a little whimper.

`` Awww poor infant, is someone a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his dresser, and tracing her spit up his neck, pausing to sting his humbled 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 backrest of her neck, pressing her headspring into his, tongues dancing wildly around each other, exploring the others'mouth. They remained like this for a spell, until Dylan got excited enough, and decided to return his girlfriend 's lilliputian favor, and slid his fingerbreadth up her thigh, playing with the ties on her two-piece bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot little routine let me tell you, though nothing piddling about her. A gorgeous face with a smile that would get any boy hot and flustered, astonishing C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her kind, with a perfect unit of ammunition ass to rival that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no scrubby trophy wife either. Nice unassailable arms, and ramification built for running She was covering these 2 hot asset of hers with a cute black bikini, which barely helped to hold back her physical body. Dylan, on the early deal, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the yearn hours put in at the pocket billiards, swimmers shoulders that blended handsomely with his neck, as well as the decent biceps he had put on during the in conclusion schoolhouse year. Topped off with a gracious golden John Brown tan to his skin. Sophie had her helping hand placed firmly on his stiff red lifesaver short pants, as he worked at a split pool, which he 'd give on from lack of motive to discover anything else. These did n't help to contain 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 matter really started to get interesting.

`` sister 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 hide us perfectly-. He donned a devilish grin, his lust starting to build.

`` What was that solvent you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing full well what the response was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her lips. In one swift movement, Dylan moved one helping hand from her thigh right between her legs, and his free hired man went straight under her chin, squeezing her impudence. He pulled her psyche to him as she tried to pull out away, and he forced a sloppy osculation onto her.

`` You gon na be a good miss ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, satire and backtalk dripping from her vocalization. `` You little shit '' he spit the words at her through gritted dentition, his bridge player now around her throat, and he began to burn her ear, using his handwriting to press against her crotch which was now soaked, and not from the pool weewee. 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 clouds of steam rolling around them. Dylan pushed against her throat, causing her to lie down on the wet wooden bench they had been sitting on. He undid her bra straps with fingerbreadth shaking from pure, animalistic lustfulness and tension.

He picked up her bikini top with his teeth, and tossed it aside. Staring hungrily at her now exposed breasts, he leaned down and begin to softly piece and bite on one nipple, using his innocent hand to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to groan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends moist hair as he worked her sensitive tit, which were now quite voiceless. When he was satisfied, he kissed each nipple, and began licking her body, from her breast, to her belly, down to her thigh, and stopping right at the edge of her swim clothing 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 spoil ? '' He asked, kissing her pegleg. `` 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 tender and wet, screaming for attention.

`` Please Bob Dylan I 'm dying over here. Just do it pleaseeee '' she begged desperately. Bob Dylan obliged, undoing her tail with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her turgid rim, feeling the passion radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each time she gasped from the feeling of his hand, he pulled away, enjoying the sight of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two fingers into her. She leaned her header back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her hip joint into his fingers, 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 save moaning and grinding his fingers. She had gone a LONG 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 fingers deep inside her bit. Sophie 's breath quickened, and she began to palpate that intimate 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 dumb scream, thrusting her coxa forward and arching her binding as the tension in her released, female person juices squirting from her, covering Bob Dylan 's hand as he continued to proceed his fingers around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, good girl, that 's a good girl ! '' He praised her, lapping at her puss, cleaning up the hot batch 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 pants, and yanked them off him. He sat on her, a rock hard, 6 and a half inch peter resting on her knocker. `` Now, be a ripe girl and get me gear up so I can love you ''. She nodded, licking her sass, and started in on him. She kissed the oral sex of his cock, causing him to jerk and groan a small. She smiled, and began to take him into her warm backtalk. Dylan groaned as she started to suck him, glossa wrapping around his shaft of light, doing him like a damn pro. He began to get excited, and put his paw behind her drumhead, dropping his system of weights and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how long can she take it ? '' He said and he fucked her throat, taking a suspension and pushing down hard until she gagged and even threw up a small. Knowing Bob Dylan, he absolutely loved the feeling, and it made him bite his lip and moan louder. He pulled back up to pay 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 sudor forming on both their bodies.

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

She turned her heading and looked at him. `` Fuck me like an creature you dog ''. Dylan needed no more encouragement, and slammed into her, listening to her gasp from the precipitancy of it. He began to make up a rhythm, building up speeding 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 visual sense of her legs vibration as she squirted, covering the level in slick succus. Anyone walking by would 've been capable to relish the sight of her pretty font pressed against the glass doorway, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on pound and pounding, until he felt his balls almost boiling, and his cock was throbbing inside her beggary 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 FUCK OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, sticky rophy of cum down her gorge. 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 story, pure pleasance still hitting his physical structure in waving after wave. When it was over, the two lovers lay panting on the floor, Sophie on prat, 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 door, 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 custody around her waistline, and kissing her passionately, her arms around his neck opening. They stayed like this for a few moments, biting and sucking each others lips, spit playing with one another. They finally broke the kiss, and Dylan gave her stave ass a playful squeeze adieu. She squealed, and grabbed him through the boxershorts, teasing him with the final phrase `` your fault. Payback 's a bitch. ``

She smiled as she watched him walk back to his car, a mark new bulge in his pants that he 'd now have to waitress till he got home to take away care of. red cent did she lie with teasing him like that. She spread her wooden leg for the car-ride menage though, knowing full well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morn. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .