Sophie and Dylan entered the court club together, both ready and excited for a day of fun together. They had been waiting for this for quite some clip 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 minuscule kids.

When they were both worn out beyond belief, they decided to take a nice relaxing break in the order 's steam room. The club that day had been having quite a ho-hum day, and did n't have anyone else in the puddle part. The two, still breathing a bit heavily, sat closely together, still softly giggling about the prank they had committing. Sophie rested her pass on Dylan 's shoulder, her sopping wet blonde hair still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her articulatio humeri, kissing her chief, and the two enjoyed each others for a few minutes, the compact steam rolling around them, growing more impenetrable by the minute. Sophie, the footling heller she is, put her script 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 hand higher on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that region, shifted his weight and let out a little whimper.

`` Awww poor babe, is someone a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest, and tracing her tongue up his neck, pausing to bite his lower lip. Dylan let out a moan, and returned the buss, now very excited, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her shoulder to the backbone of her neck, pressing her head into his, tongues dancing wildly around each other, exploring the others'backtalk. They remained like this for a patch, until Bob Dylan got excited enough, and decided to return his girlfriend 's short favor, and slid his fingers up her thigh, playing with the railroad tie on her two-piece bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot fiddling number let me tell you, though nothing little about her. A gorgeous expression with a smile that would get any boy hot and flustered, awesome C cup breasts 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 hard arms, and legs built for running She was covering these 2 hot plus of hers with a cunning black bikini, which barely helped to contain her anatomy. Dylan, on the other handwriting, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the prospicient hours put in at the puddle, swimmers shoulders that blended handsomely with his neck, as well as the the right way biceps he had put on during the last school year. Topped off with a gracious prosperous brown tan to his pelt. Sophie had her hand placed firmly on his taut red lifesaver boxershorts, as he worked at a separate pool, which he 'd thrown on from lack of motivation to find anything else. These did n't help to contain his growing trouble, which she was egging on by the second. It was only when she decided to catch his humanness straight through his drawers that things 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 hide us perfectly-. He donned a devilish grin, his starve starting to build.

`` What was that resolution you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing wide-cut well what the answer was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her lips. In one Jonathan Swift campaign, Dylan moved one bridge player from her second joint right between her legs, and his free hired hand went straight under her Chin, squeezing her cheek. He pulled her psyche to him as she tried to pull away, and he forced a sloppy kiss onto her.

`` You gon na be a unspoilt little girl ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, sarcasm and SAS drip from her interpreter. `` You little take a crap '' he spit the Son at her through gritted dentition, his hand now around her throat, and he began to burn her ear, using his script to crush against her genitalia which was now soaked, and not from the puddle urine. Sophie let out a hot short 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 grinning through the hot swarm 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 lecherousness and tension.

He picked up her bikini top with his tooth, and tossed it aside. Staring hungrily at her now exposed breasts, he leaned down and start out to softly nybble and bite on one nipple, using his free hand to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to moan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends damp haircloth as he worked her sensitive pap, which were now quite voiceless. When he was satisfied, he kissed each nipple, and began licking her body, from her bosom, to her belly, down to her thighs, and stopping right at the edge of her swimming 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 pamper ? '' 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 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's breadth on her puffy lip, feeling the heat energy radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each prison term she gasped from the feeling of his hand, he pulled away, enjoying the raft of her impuissance. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two finger's breadth into her. She leaned her top dog back, moaning, and arched her back, pressing her hips into his finger, wanting, needing friction.

`` Mmmm that 's the good girl I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her smashed sex. All Sophie could do was keep moaning and grinding his digit. She had gone a foresighted 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 twat. Sophie 's breath quickened, and she began to experience that comrade tingly feeling build up inside her. `` Bob Dylan, oh Bob Dylan 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 back talk in a silent riot, thrusting her pelvic arch forward and arching her back as the tension in her released, female juice squirting from her, covering Bob Dylan 's bridge player as he continued to move his finger around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, good lady friend, that 's a good young lady ! '' He praised her, lapping at her twat, cleaning up the hot mess she had made.

She was n't through though, and Dylan could see it. He grinned, and said `` my crook 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 rock hard, 6 and a half column inch cock resting on her bosom. `` Now, be a honest daughter and get me ready so I can FUCK you ''. She nodded, licking her lips, and started in on him. She kissed the pass of his cock, causing him to twitch and groan a little. She smiled, and began to demand him into her warm mouth. Dylan groaned as she started to take up him, natural language wrapping around his shaft, doing him like a damn pro. He began to get excited, and put his hand behind her head, dropping his system of weights and forcing himself down her pharynx. `` Mmmm fuck how farsighted 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 slight. Knowing Dylan, he absolutely loved the feeling, and it made him bite his lip and moan louder. He pulled back up to consecrate 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 remove it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your feet, against the glass ''. `` No ! '' She tried to baulk at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the edge of the way. She obeyed, and bent over, giving her ass a sexy squirm for him. He slapped her adjoin unvoiced in getting even, and she whimpered. `` Naughty daughter '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. rent 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 point 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 suddenness of it. He began to build up a regular recurrence, 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 quite a little of her peg quivering as she squirted, covering the floor in silky juice. Anyone walk by would 've been able to enjoy the great deal of her pretty face pressed against the methamphetamine hydrochloride door, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on pounding and pound, until he felt his balls almost boiling, and his turncock was throbbing inside her begging 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. `` shtup SOPHIE FUCK OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, steamy ropes of cum down her gullet. She swallowed each and every one, enjoying the belief as it slid down her pharynx. His ramification began to tremble, and he collapsed on the floor, pure delight still hitting his body in waving after wave. When it was over, the two buff lay panting on the flooring, Sophie on bottom, with Dylan resting on top, his head against her soft breasts.

They laid like this for a while, until they recovered enough to take the air. They redressed, and walked out the door, steam flooding out, coolheaded air hitting their faces. They knew it was time to go saddening as it was, and 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, tongues playing with one another. They finally broke the kiss, and Dylan gave her stave ass a playful squeeze goodby. She squealed, and grabbed him through the boxers, teasing him with the final examination phrasal idiom `` your flaw. retribution 's a cunt. ``

She smiled as she watched him take the air back to his car, a brand new bulge in his pants that he 'd now have to wait public treasury he got home to assume aid of. Damn did she love teasing him like that. She spread her legs for the car-ride rest home though, knowing wide-cut well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .