This stranger dancing partner sucks in her pinkish brown nipple while she squirms, his two very long and thick fingers thrusting, curling within her. ...er hands reaching up around his head, pulling his mouth harder onto her breast, willing him to take more. Holding on for dear life, she lifts a leg, opening her pussy up for him to thrust deeper and harder inside, wrapping her leg about his waist. His hand coated in her nectar, his thumb circling her clit, her chest vibrating with every moan she. ” She continues her hard long strides across my dick, her pussy lips spread around the long shaft. Her pussy juices let her tight cunt slide easily. I moan in my own pleaser, what I would give to be able to use my whole body and fuck her right. She props herself up on the bed with her knees, stands my dick straight up and lowers herself slowly onto it. It’s slow and torturous as her pussy spreads little by little. She looks into my eyes and bits her lips, well aware of the pleasurable pain she. After a while it no longer seemed to matter whether he was spanking her or stroking her, whether she was reading correctly or stumbling over every other word, whether she was Marie or Beauty. She had entered a beautiful, hazy dimension where every sensation was an erotic one, where she was always just seconds away from reaching an orgasm of life-altering intensity--if she could just?surrender?a little more deeply.So she read and she was stroked and she stumbled and she was spanked and she knew. I almost did. “I’m a married woman,” she said. “And you’re my employee.” “We’re not at work,” I said. “And your family is gone this weekend.” “Still,” she said, as if that were enough to end the conversation. Fuck it, I thought. I leaned over to kiss her mouth but missed. Drunk idiot, I thought. My mouth touched her cheek next to her lips instead. “Sorry,” I said. “You missed,” she said with a laugh. I tried again and this time our lips met. It was not a quick kiss that I stole though. Her lips.