I reflected that whoever she was grooming herself for was a lucky man. Well until now, anyway.I spread her legs apart and examined my prisoner. Her li...s were still together, just a hairline crack leading into the crevice of her ass. At the top her hooded clit stared at me, daring me. I spread her lips with the fingers of my left hand. I watched as the tender flesh began to separate. Tiny folds of skin would be stuck together with the natural moisture and suddenly split apart, revealing deeper. Her legs are things that women dream of, perfectly toned. Her butt is not to big and not to small but just the right size. She sometimes wears a tight fitting tank top and I can see the outlines of her stomach and how smooth and flat it is, what I would not give just to stroke my fingers around her belly button. One of the times we were doing our waltz I was doing the chest fly machine (which was pointed right at her) and she caught me looking. I was so embarrassed I think my entire face was. She came near me and grabbed my hand pulled towards he and started dancing; watching her, I started to move with her. After a minute the song switched to “agar tum mil jaon” and I felt little awkward but didn’t moved away from her keeping my hands on her shoulder, we both were slowly dancing and suddenly I just moved closer to her. She felt my erect penis and looked straight into my eye. I lowered my head and was just moving away from her I found had caught my t-shirt. Then she put hands around. We paused in silence, my bottom raised high, my face pressed hard into the carpet, his cock buried deep in my vagina, both of us panting for breath.After a long pause, I felt him begin to move and his cock began to soften.“Robbie I’m...” he began, breathlessly.“Don’t say it!” I snapped. “Don’t say you’re sorry!”“But I’m...”“Just stay there. Let me feel you inside me a bit longer,” I interrupted.He did as I asked and I felt the fullness inside me slowly slipping away as his erection faded.