The dance floor was crowded as well and I thought that I’d give it a try a little later on. ‘So, what do we do know little Emma?’ Sara asked. I...was glad that she was following my lead, and that she didn’t pressure me to do anything I didn’t want to do. Since my parent’s death, I didn’t go out much and going out tonight, seeing so many people, was kind of overwhelming. ‘Let’s order a few drinks and then let’s go on the dance floor.’ We ordered our drinks, after a few of them I was starting to. Her nipples easily visible poking through the thin fabric. I felt my cock twitch at the sight of her. I looked at her up and down indiscreetly. She loved it, with a smirk on her face. I snapped out of it. She was already making drinks. And of course, she had a bottle of tequila out. “Oh boy” I laughed. “You weren’t kidding about having some drinks” I laughed again. “What?, are you scared?” she poked at me. “Scared? Ha! It's you i'm worried about.” I jabbed back. She smiled. “Don’t worry about. She stood up and kissed me and turned me around so she had her back to her dressing table. She said “I want you to fuck me in front of the mirror so I can watch you and see your face when you cum inside me” Then she turned around spread her legs and leant forward on the dressing table, smiled at me in the mirror. “Give it me hard” she said.I slid my cock into her and it went in up to the hilt as she gasped. I gripped her hips and started to thrust away into her. She groaned with every thrust. She looked deep into his eyes, smiled, and with with a gulp, swallowed all of his cum. When you heard her swallow, you shut your eyes tight, taking a firmer grip of your throbbing cock. The power of your explosion was intense. Your load erupted and shot across your stomach. Panting, you sunk into your sofa, drifting into a hedonistic, dreamlike state. Just a moment of calm. A moment of tranquil peace. At first, you thought you were dreaming when you felt fingernails trail over your sensitive.