Next to you there are only 7 guys left.You are on the dance floor, dancing with a handsome guy, he is standing behind you, and with your dancing booty...you can feel the boner in his pants. The other guys watch you with greedy eyes.You even enjoy their gaze, it makes your sweet wet pussy tickle. Suddenly, you grab his dick and massage it through his pants. you don´t care that all the other guys can see. you even enjoy their gaze. that makes your sweet wet pussy tickle.then you turn around, kneel. Her abdominal muscles flexed and I knew what that meant.Suddenly, there was a splashing sound, her head threw back into the seat and her back arched. Closing time had come and gone. One by one, streetlights went out save for the one thirty feet away; a dimly burning amber bulb. I could see barely anything.Zaleah whimpered and moaned and punched the back of the seat. From what little I could see, it appeared as though she was trying to twist her pussy from his face. “Oh, god! Please! You’ve. Their skin, hair and every movement ran on slow motion through my brain fooling me with fantastic remembrances that were long on embellishment and short on reality when I engaged my usually suspicious mind.I had written a brief capsule of our short encounter and referred to it often to refresh my memory of their exquisite sojourn in my mind and in my heart.Visions of fluttering tongues that curled and probed with erotic ministrations and the welcoming patches of bushy black hair that surrounded. I reached for her hips. It was an instinct that had worked last night in my dream. I had brought Lara atop me, transfixed by those naked breasts. And to keep her there, I had used the strength of my arms to give Lara a ride that left her crying in climax.In real life, this was the only position open to me. I began to move Angie up and down on my cock, slowly at first and then with increasing fever. Her fingernails dug into my arms as her helplessness grew. I was an animal, doing with my arms.