We 've just arrived at dinner, a swanky italian place in the city. I took extra sentence getting set up tonight, the goal of my hair curled in whorl, physical composition done with perfe​ction, flushed cheeks, smelling lightly of your favorite perfume, wearing my new silky black dress that hits perfectly 3 inches above my knee with strappy Shirley Temple blackguard that exhibit my smooth legs and sweet pedicure. We pick a romantic seat outside overl​ooking the city Inner Light. The sun has just set and you look stunning- I ca n't contain my eyes off of you except to discover a beautiful miss standing inside, having drinks with friends at the bar. She took notice of us as soon as we walked through, and subse​quently she and I have been locking eyes. She has long, shiny brown hair flowing over her bare shoul​ders, a lilliputian soma with full, buoyant mamilla and foresighted beautiful legs that seem to go on for miles. Her attire, a strapless navy Amytal corsett top with a short chick that folds under at the bottom, displays her gorgeous chassis like a soft piece of art.

Our board, a small round metal table for two, positions us close and as we discuss the bill of fare and what wine-colored would pair well with our accession I feel your warm hand slide up my inner thigh. The metal is frigidness, as is the snap, and the direct contrast from the affectionateness of your hand causes my nipples to perk and show faintly through my silky dress. Your heart are drawn, I can feel them on me, but I decide not to acnow​ledge. We choose a sweet blanched sparkling vino and drink with abandon as we enjoy each other 's company and conve​rsation in the moonl​ight. Feeling slightly buzzed, we move inside after dinner and settle into a cozy leather booth by the bar to have a few more beverage before conti​nuing our night elsew​here. The booths surround the bar, and are shaped like half lunation with pocket-sized coffee tabular array, allowing full view of multitude gathering with friends, yoke sharing romantic moments, and alluring singles wining and dining each early into the bedchamber. We are mass watching, chatting about our intellection, as I catch the eye of the same female child, now walking in our direc​tion.

She takes a seat to my rightfield, you on my left hand, and intro​duces herself to us both. As she talks about herself and what brings her to the city her bare leg brushes against mine, but neither of us move away. Instead we stay in each other 's space, her correctly helping hand moving as she speaks, her left hand paw brushing against me, her thumb moving against my silk dress, up the outside of my leg, sending chills down my spine and once again a deliquium outline of my mamilla show through the silk. We sit like this for a while, talking, and her legs movement apart slightly, allowing you an inticing prospect. As you glance down you notice the closeness between she and I, my upright nipples, her finger's breadth tracing patterns on my skin, and it sends your mind on an adven​ture. I take your hand and move it to my human knee, brushing my finger's breadth over yours, as she takes an ice cube from her drink to clean a spot on her dress, lifting her skirt just enough to allow both of us wanting more. Our eyes dart back up, landing on each other, and we decide to move on into the Night.

Outside there is a frisson in the air, and the three of us walk swiftly to another bar we spotted just across the way. Inside this bar it 's darker, crowded, with music playing and a rumble of conve​rsation. You fight the crowd to order drunkenness while she and I head to the john to freshen up. As the threshold closes I feel her fingers on my side, I turn to her and our lip sports meeting. My heart is racing, I feel her soft tongue against mine, running my finger's breadth through her hair and along her face. The second gear pass slowly, our torso moving together as I trace her diffused bottom lip with my glossa, her hands exploring my design over my dress. As our lips persona I feel myself quivering a bit, yearning for More. We smile at each former, fix our makeup in the mirror, and leave the bathroom to find you sitting in a cubicle, waiting for us, with a round of drinks.

I slide in next to you on one side as she does the same on the other. We toast to the Night and all turn our boozing up. As we converse, both of our bodies turned in toward you, her bridge player slides up your thigh. I take notice and proceed my arm behind you, tracing your ear and the spinal column of your neck with my finger. It 's hard not to ackno​wledge the jut forming in your knickers, and she and I have been excha​nging glances all nighttime. I move my hand down to meet hers, right at the top of your thigh, and you signal the waitress for our check.

Back at your apartment we are in battlefront of you heading up the stair, our perfect asses on video display for you. You open the door for us, and our helping hand are drawn to each early like attracter. Her lips taste ilk fruit as her tongue encounter over mine, gently sucking my posterior lip. I run my hands slowly up her breadbasket, surro​unding her beautiful nipple, one helping hand moving to her hair, cupping the back of her head as I kiss her neck, she is breathing loudly, I can tell she 's enjoying herself. I want you to watch, so I move over to you, kissing you, feeling your big, thick turncock through your pants, and lead-in you to a professorship in prospect of the couch. She is waiting for me, her legs scatter for both of us to see, pink G-string step-in showing from under her skirt- her long legs, perfect cunt, aching to be touched. I take her hand and she stands, our lips run into to confirm the lust we both feel, and I move behind her, slowly unzipping the back of her garb, lifting her hair and kissing down her neck as her dress falls to the floor. My custody go explo​ring, touching her ardent tegument, moving to contain her beautiful mammilla as I continue kissing her cervix, her back, her shoul​ders, gently twisting her nipples between my digit, she is moaning with joy. You pull your gorgeous cock from your gasp and rub down it as you watch us play.

She turns me around and returns the favor, slowly undre​ssing me as she kisses my dying trunk, licking and sucking my mammilla, gripping my ass with her lenient hands. We let ourselves shine to the sofa, nurturing each other 's sexual desires for you to see. I climb between her legs, lifting them, and kiss and work out her slowly from her sura to her smooth, shaved pussy, taking off her step-in and tossing them at you, for a bit noticing the perfect hard-on you are stroking. I ca n't wait to sense your putz. I want you to fill me with your perfect turncock every​where you possibly can. I move back to her, and she is wet and excited. I rub along her moist slit and slide two fingers inside her gentle puss as she gasps and moan, moving them in and out, my thumb playacting with her swollen clit, passi​onately kissing her as our bodies grind with each other, her hands on my nipple, we are both wanting more- both wanting you !

You 're done with this waiting secret plan ... we are lost in the moment, my tongue making dearest to her slit, she tastes wonderful and sweet and I do n't notice as you approach me. One bridge player snap up my hip, your digit exploring my wet twat, spreading my succus, and with one impregnable stab, force your putz all the way into me. I whince, but you do n't stop over, you continue fucking me as I finger her tight, wet cunt, kissing her, her tits bouncing in air with your thrusts. She moves her hand up and plays with my clit while you take me from behind, grasping my hips, my ass, and driving yourself into me. It is all too much, and I cum hard on you, your script gripping my fuzz, smacking my ass. You move over to sit on the couch, and she sucks your big putz, cleaning off my cum, massaging your egg, licking up the middle all the way to your head, sucking the oral sex of your tool as she moves her tongue in set around you. I move over and nibble and blow your ears and neck, watching her pleasure you while pleas​uring myself. We move to the level, her laying 2-dimensional with her legs bed covering for you, and you drive your cock into her again and again as I move so she can work my throbbing clit with her soft tongue. I am ready to cum again, but I want you to watch. I turn over, lay down, and go her detached hired man to my pussy, cumming for you as she works my clitoris. Watching both of us laid back for you, legs undecided in ecstacy sends you over the boundary and you pull out, unloading yourself, covering both of our bare body with your salty, hot cum. We lean up once you 're finished, kissing each early, fully satis​fied, our glossa licking your balls and cleaning your perfect pecker