But he laid her down gently and made love to her in a way that made her mind travel to places she had never been. It was intensely romantic, yet frant...cally intense. His cock, going in and out, brought her to the edge and then he pulled back, a teasing smirk on his face, and adorable look in his eyes. It seemed both a short time and a long time that they writhed against each other in complete joy. Every time their eyes would lock, she felt the world disappear and it was just her and him.. I decided to whisper in her ear that I had seen a guy outside watching us fucking, and let her know where he was watching from.This must have really turned her on, as she picked up the pace, and grabbed my hands and pinned them to her hips so we were both controlling the pace of my cock inside her pussy, and so she could push further up, while I pulled her all the way down.I realised this was for our voyeurs benefit, so he could see the maximum stroke of me going in and out of her pussy, and it. From behind I heard, "You ready to really get fucked my little cum slut bitch?" "Yes. fuck me hard you sexy bitch. Make me your slut." I was so surprised at how I was talking, but it made me hornier. He began to speed up and the amount of pleasure I was getting from his cock. Oh my God. I never wanted him to stop fucking me. The whole stall was shaking at how hard he was fucking me. I was gagging on the other man's cock but I pulled off and he started stroking his own cock while watching. The music was perfect, right out of the ’40’s. He held her close and they danced to ‘Someone to Watch Over Me’ and ‘My Funny Valentine.’ It seemed they would barely return to the table for a sip of their drinks and another wonderful song would start. They fit so well together. He was tall and full-bodied, holding her short frame with respect and care. Dancing with Doug seemed so natural. Betsy’s mind drifted as they circled the dance floor. Betsy realized that she had worked so hard today that.