She's looking very fuckable, and she knows it. I tell her she looks fantastic. She smiles and thanks me, playfully turning around and sticking out he... perky ass. She turns her head and says jokingly, "I'm feeling frisky." She shakes her ass a little, and I laugh. If she only knew what I'm gonna be doing to that ass later tonight. We get to the bar and party hard with her friends. We all dance. Christine definitely knows how to move her body. It's hot watching her gyrate and sweat to the music.. It was truly better than the first time we kissed and it seemed to go on for ages and ages. It was one thing I didn't want to stop doing. Those lips were so beautiful and soft and kissable.Your hands moved slowly over my body, stopping and softly exploring different places. My nipples were so hard from the temptation of it all and I was throbbing so hard. I could feel how badly you wanted me when my hands went lower. Then our clothes started coming off.I could hardly breathe! Your hands were. She had a feeling tonight would be a hell of a lot more fun than usual. "The view usually looks better up close", she said playfully. "Stand up" he said, voice thick with lust. She slowly slid off the bed, letting the sheet fall back to the bed as she stood in her all her glory. She presented her body to him, smiling as he stared at her, his gaze roaming her body hungrily. The man's steel blue eyes appraised the curvaceous woman like a slab of meat. Indeed she was a slab of meat albeit a very. I decided to either fulfill the demands of my imagination, or find some other target for my private lusts. In the back of a theater showing of "The Hunger", my inhibitions lowered by the smoke she and I had shared, I confessed my secret. I leaned in close, and whispered, "I want you."She turned and looked at me, surprised at my boldness. She took my hand and pulled me from the theater, to the privacy of the fire escape. She asked if I was playing a game. She asked if I was serious. I looked.