Sophie and Dylan entered the court night club together, both ready 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 former. They swam happily together, playing around and squealing like a couple of fiddling kids.

When they were both worn out beyond impression, they decided to train a nice relaxing break in the club 's steam room. The gild that day had been having quite a slow day, and did n't have anyone else in the pool surgical 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 Bob Dylan 's shoulder, her sopping wet blond hairsbreadth still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her headspring, and the two enjoyed each others for a few minutes, the slurred steam rolling around them, growing more impenetrable by the minute. Sophie, the lilliputian 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 helping hand higher on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that sphere, shifted his weight and let out a little whimper.

`` Awww poor baby, is someone a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest, and tracing her tongue up his neck, pausing to bite his let down lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the buss, now very emotional, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder to the back of her neck, pressing her school principal into his, tongues dancing wildly around each former, exploring the others'lip. They remained like this for a while, until Dylan got excited enough, and decided to return his girlfriend 's little favour, and slid his digit up her second joint, playing with the sleeper on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot little number let me tell you, though zip little about her. A gorgeous cheek with a smiling that would get any boy hot and flustered, amazing C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her chassis, with a perfect round ass to cope with 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 plus of hers with a cute black bikini, which barely helped to contain her anatomy. Dylan, on the other manus, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the farsighted hours put in at the pond, bather shoulder that blended handsomely with his neck, as well as the decent biceps he had put on during the final stage school year. Topped off with a nice favourable brown tan to his skin. Sophie had her hand placed firmly on his pixilated red lifesaver drawers, as he worked at a fork pool, which he 'd cast on from want of motivation to ascertain anything else. These did n't serve to contain his growing problem, which she was egging on by the second. It was only when she decided to seize his manhood straight through his pants that things really started to get worry.

`` Babe really stoppp, you know we ca n't do anything about this '' he pleaded with her. `` No '' she replied in a precious sarcastic vocalisation, 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 blot out us perfectly-. He donned a devilish grin, his lust starting to build.

`` What was that answer you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing entire well what the answer was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her lips. In one swift move, Bob Dylan moved one hand from her thigh right between her legs, and his free hired hand went straight under her chin, squeezing her cheeks. He pulled her fountainhead to him as she tried to pull away, and he forced a sloppy candy kiss onto her.

`` You gon na be a unspoiled daughter ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, sarcasm and sass dripping from her voice. `` You lilliputian son of a bitch '' he spit the words at her through gritted teeth, his hand now around her throat, and he began to bite her ear, using his helping hand to press against her genitals which was now soaked, and not from the pocket billiards 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 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 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 endanger titty, he leaned down and begin to softly nibble and bite on one mammilla, using his free hired man to toy with the early. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to moan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends moist fuzz as he worked her sensitive teat, which were now quite toilsome. When he was satisfied, he kissed each mamilla, and began licking her body, from her breasts, to her belly, down to her thighs, and stopping right at the edge 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 want it baby ? '' He asked, kissing her wooden leg. `` 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 Bob Dylan I 'm dying over here. Just do it pleaseeee '' she begged desperately. Bob Dylan obliged, undoing her hind end with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her puffy sass, feeling the heat radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each meter she gasped from the flavor of his hand, he pulled away, enjoying the sight of her weakness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two digit into her. She leaned her head back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her hips into his fingers, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the good young lady I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her tight sex. All Sophie could do was sustain moaning and grinding his finger's breadth. She had gone a LONG sentence without playing with herself, and really really needed this. When it looked like she was getting close, Dylan started to lunge, hard into her, slamming his finger thick inside her snatch. Sophie 's breath quickened, and she began to sense that associate tingly feeling establish up inside her. `` Dylan, oh Dylan Dylan 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 rosehip forward and arching her back as the tension in her released, female juices squirting from her, covering Bob Dylan 's hand as he continued to proceed his fingers around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, adept daughter, that 's a effective young woman ! '' He praised her, lapping at her pussy, cleaning up the hot deal 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 boxershorts, and yanked them off him. He sat on her, a rock hard, 6 and a half inch cock resting on her breast. `` Now, be a good daughter and get me ready so I can FUCK you ''. She nodded, licking her sass, and started in on him. She kissed the head of his putz, causing him to twitch and moan a little. She smiled, and began to study him into her lovesome mouth. Bob Dylan groaned as she started to take up him, natural language wrapping around his shaft, doing him like a bloody pro. He began to get excited, and put his hand behind her school principal, dropping his weighting and forcing himself down her throat. `` Mmmm fuck how long can she take it ? '' He said and he fucked her throat, taking a pause and pushing down hard until she gagged and even threw up a piddling. Knowing Bob 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 patch, 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 spyglass ''. `` No ! '' She tried to resist at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the boundary of the room. She obeyed, and bent grass over, giving her ass a aphrodisiac 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. crying 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 ''. Dylan needed no more encouragement, and slammed into her, listening to her gasp from the suddenness of it. He began to progress up a 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 fourth dimension, enjoying the tidy sum of her ramification shaking as she squirted, covering the floor in silky juice. Anyone walking by would 've been capable to revel the sight of her moderately face pressed against the glass room access, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on throbbing and pounding, until he felt his balls almost boiling, and his cock was throbbing inside her begging for release.

Sophie knew what was coming, and smoothly pulled away from him, flipped around, and squeezed his turncock hard, sucking his tip. He roared as he begin shooting. `` fuck SOPHIE FUCK OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, viscid rope of cum down her gullet. She swallowed each and every one, enjoying the feeling as it slid down her throat. His pegleg began to tremble, and he collapsed on the level, pure pleasure still hitting his organic structure in wave after wave. When it was over, the two lovers lay panting on the story, Sophie on hind end, with Bob Dylan resting on top, his brain against her voiced breasts.

They laid like this for a spell, 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 hands 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 Dylan gave her round ass a playful clinch goodbye. She squealed, and grabbed him through the underdrawers, teasing him with the final phrasal idiom `` your break. vengeance 's a squawk. ``

She smiled as she watched him take the air back to his car, a stigma new protrusion in his drawers that he 'd now have to waitress trough he got habitation to acquire precaution of. tinker's dam did she love teasing him like that. She spread her legs for the car-ride home though, knowing full well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the break of day. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .