The physique of the guy was outstanding. His shirt barely contained his ripped fitness. She was intent on making out. It was already happening in her ...ead. Ripping off his shirt was a passing thought; she wanted his pants down fast.It was only a modicum of human decency and the fact they would be arrested and separated that stopped them from screwing in the middle of the dance floor. This was the actual instance in a lifetime when you needed to be at one of those all in private club venue. Her juices tasted sweet and her scent was as stimulating as the ocean breeze. I always loved the way she tasted and smelled, and tonight was no exception.After a few minutes of tongue-fucking, her breathing got heavier. She placed her hands on the sides of my head and lifted my chin. I stared at her beautiful face over her gorgeous pussy and tits.“I want something in me but not your fingers or cock yet,” Nasreen whispered. “Any ideas?”I once again went to her wardrobe and came back with a huge. After we were done eating I picked up the plates and as I got to his I bent over him and rubbed my tits across his cheek. When he turned to look at me he could see a lot of my tit from the low cut of my shirt. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and said "Are you wanting that ass spanked again? Take your clothes off right here, now!" I slowly raised my shirt over my head and let my tits pop out. Then I dropped my slacks showing that I was not wearing panties. I heard him suck in his breath.. Later he informed me it was of the bikini brief cut.With concocted shaky hands, I inserted my index fingers on two sides of the elastic band. He moved slightly forward so that his crotch rested half an inch over my chin and my eyes looking into his.Most women ignore this eye contact thing and live their lives with mundane, mediocre sex. Thanks to my son, I learned it well, maybe late – but as they say better late than never.“Pull it down, Sonali, free your husband’s cock.” He ordered, and I.