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 fourth dimension now, and finally the day had come where they got to see each former. They swam happily together, playing around and squealing like a span of niggling kids.

When they were both worn out beyond belief, they decided to contract a Nice relaxing break in the guild 's steam room. The club that day had been having quite a slow day, and did n't have anyone else in the kitty plane section. The two, still breathing a bit heavily, sat closely together, still softly giggling about the caper they had committing. Sophie rested her read/write head on Bob Dylan 's shoulder, her sopping wet blonde fuzz still dripping. Dylan put his arm around her shoulder, kissing her head, and the two enjoyed each others for a few minutes, the thickheaded steam rolling around them, growing more dense by the mo. Sophie, the little hellion she is, put her hand on Dylan 's thigh, and gripped hard. He gasped, and looked at her, smiling.

`` infant stoooop, you always do this, and I ca n't do anything about it '' he whined. `` Doing what roll in the hay ? I 'm not doing anything '' she smirked and put her deal higher on his leg, massaging him. Dylan now getting quite uncomfortable in that country, shifted his weight and let out a slight whimper.

`` Awww inadequate baby, is person a bit excited ? '' She crooned to him, licking his chest, and tracing her glossa up his neck opening, pausing to bite his lower lip. Bob Dylan let out a groan, and returned the kiss, now very excited, deeply and passionately, moving his arm from around her articulatio humeri to the rachis of her cervix, pressing her head into his, tongues dancing wildly around each other, exploring the others'oral fissure. They remained like this for a while, until Dylan got activated enough, and decided to return his lady friend 's footling party favor, and slid his finger's breadth up her second joint, playing with the draw on her bikini bottom.

Now, Sophie is a hot little issue let me severalise you, though naught little about her. A gorgeous face with a grinning that would get any boy hot and flustered, bewilder C cup breasts that fit perfectly on her course, with a perfect round ass to fit that jiggles a bit as she walks. She was no underweight trophy married woman either. Nice strong arms, and wooden leg built for running She was covering these 2 hot asset of hers with a cute disgraceful Bikini, which barely helped to comprise her anatomy. Bob Dylan, on the other handwriting, was also quite the looker. Golden curly locks bleached from the long 60 minutes put in at the pool, natator shoulders that blended handsomely with his neck opening, as well as the enough biceps he had put on during the cobbler's last schooling year. Topped off with a gracious golden Brown tan to his pelt. Sophie had her hired man placed firmly on his close red lifeguard shorts, as he worked at a separate pool, which he 'd thrown on from want of motive to line up 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 humanity straight through his gasp that things really started to get matter to.

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

`` What was that answer you gave me ? '' He asked, knowing good well what the answer was. `` No ! '' She hissed back at him, licking her lips. In one blue-belly movement, Bob Dylan moved one hand from her thigh rightfield between her legs, and his free helping hand went straight under her chin, squeezing her nerve. He pulled her head to him as she tried to pull away, and he forced a mucky kiss onto her.

`` You gon na be a good girl ? '' He asked coldly. `` No, and what if I 'm not ? '' She replied, sarcasm and sass drippage from her phonation. `` You little shit '' he spit the dustup at her through gritted tooth, his paw now around her throat, and he began to seize with teeth her ear, using his hand to press against her private parts which was now soaked, and not from the consortium water. Sophie let out a hot fiddling 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 interest '' 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 digit 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 expose breasts, he leaned down and begin to softly nibble and bite on one nipple, using his free hand to toy with the other. Sophie, now just as horny, if not more, began to groan, biting her lip and stroking her boyfriends damp hair as he worked her sensitive tit, which were now quite hard. When he was satisfied, he kissed each teat, and began licking her body, from her bosom, to her belly, down to her thighs, and stopping right at the edge of her swim habiliment 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 Dylan I 'm dying over here. Just do it pleaseeee '' she begged desperately. Bob Dylan obliged, undoing her bottoms with his teeth, and tossing it aside with the top. He placed one finger on her tumescent lips, feeling the hotness radiating from her mix with the hot steam they were enveloped in. Each sentence she gasped from the feeling of his hand, he pulled away, enjoying the sight of her helplessness. Finally, he gave in, and pressed two finger 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 girl I like seeing '' he swooned to her as he fingered her tight sex. All Sophie could do was keep moaning and grinding his finger. She had gone a longsighted 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 digit deep inside her snap. Sophie 's hint quickened, and she began to feel that familiar tingly feeling establish up inside her. `` Dylan, oh Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan '' she said under her breathing place, 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 oral cavity in a silent scream, thrusting her pelvic girdle forward and arching her backrest as the tensity in her released, female juices squirting from her, covering Dylan 's script as he continued to run his fingerbreadth around inside of her. He hummed `` Ohhh Sophie, well female child, that 's a well girl ! '' He praised her, lapping at her cunt, cleaning up the hot great deal she had made.

She was n't through though, and Bob Dylan could see it. He grinned, and said `` my spell 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 inch cock resting on her breasts. `` Now, be a good missy and get me cook so I can sleep together you ''. She nodded, licking her lips, and started in on him. She kissed the head of his cock, causing him to twitch and moan a niggling. She smiled, and began to take on him into her warm mouth. Dylan groaned as she started to suck him, tongue wrapping around his shot, doing him like a damn pro. He began to get excited, and put his hand behind her head, dropping his weighting and forcing himself down her pharynx. `` Mmmm fuck how retentive 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 small. Knowing Dylan, he absolutely loved the feeling, and it made him seize with teeth his lip and moan louder. He pulled back up to cave in 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 take it no longer, he got up, and growled `` on your ft, against the deoxyephedrine ''. `` No ! '' She tried to baulk at first. He yanked her up and forced her to the border of the room. She obeyed, and bent grass over, giving her ass a sexy wiggle for him. He slapped her march backbreaking in return, and she whimpered. `` Naughty girl '' he sneered, slapping again, and again, leaving her ass raw and red. weeping 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 read/write 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 construct up a rhythm, building up speed and aggressiveness, grunting as he fucked her, ravaged her, destroyed her. She moaned loudly, and he pulled out as she came three more times, enjoying the mountain of her stage vibration as she squirted, covering the flooring in foxy juice. Anyone walking by would 've been able to revel the lot of her passably face pressed against the meth door, tits swaying as she was being fucked. Dylan kept on buffeting and throbbing, until he felt his musket ball 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 cock hard, sucking his tip. He roared as he begin shooting. `` shag SOPHIE nookie OH GODDDDDD '' he screamed as he released hot, sticky circle of cum down her esophagus. 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 pleasure still hitting his body in wave after wafture. When it was over, the two lovers lay panting on the floor, Sophie on bottom, with Dylan resting on top, his head against her piano 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 down air hitting their faces. They knew it was meter to go saddening as it was, and Bob Dylan walked Sophie to her car, putting his hands around her waist, and kissing her passionately, her arms around his cervix. 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 hug arrivederci. She squealed, and grabbed him through the shorts, teasing him with the final musical phrase `` your fault. payback 's a bitch. ``

She smiled as she watched him walk back to his car, a stigma new bulge in his pants that he 'd now cause to await trough he got abode to fill care of. shit did she love teasing him like that. She spread her pegleg for the car-ride dwelling though, knowing full well she was gon na be on sore kitten in the morning. What a fan-fucking-tastic day together .