The tall girl had a dress that was elegant and fitted her curves well, her long legs and well turned ankles accentuated by high strappy peep toe shoes... her toes painted neon pink, possibly the only indicator to the nature of the girl inside. She sat fascinated by the girls features, soul searching eyes, she was certain they saw more than she ever gave acknowledgement to, expressive eyebrows above them. The thing that captured her the most though was her lips. The most sensual lips that she had. Unfortunately she is not alone. Across from her is what appears to be her boyfriend, so no way I can ask her out. Not that she was likely to say yes anyway. She is an obvious attention slut and flirting obnoxiously with her boyfriend. Obnoxiously because I am jealous of him of course. Well at least I am sitting so I get a great view of her tits every time she leans forward to tease her boyfriend. Damn, she looks right at me, catching me staring at her tits. She giggles a little but other than. ‘I didn’t feel or sense anything.’ ‘Okay…’ I removed the gloves again, repositioned my hands upon her face, and thought: From now on, whenever you come to my place, you will dress provocatively, and will always be ready for sexual activities. After a moment, I withdrew my hands again and put the gloves back on. ‘I still didn’t feel anything. Are you kidding me? Is this some sort of game?’ ‘Tornado,’ I said flatly, and her lips curled slightly upward. ‘That is what I did,’ I replied. ‘I. Pretty soon, her mouth was very wet and Alvàro's rod very hard. Zaida briefly stopped sucking, letting his cock rest in her hand as she teased it with flicks of her tongue. I wasn't usually the type to really stare at other dicks, but there it was on the screen, being worshipped by my hot little wife. He looked to be a good few inches longer than me, but of similar width. As I viewed on, she wrapped her fingers around the top of his shaft and guided it back into her waiting lips. Zaida was an.