She sashayed across the tiled floor exuding Hollywood glamour. Her provocative walk held me entranced. My eyes followed her long, graceful legs, up to...her partially exposed derrière. There were not many women that could pull off wearing a dress that left so little to the imagination, yet she managed the feat, while still retaining an air of elegant refinement.I took a seat on a faux-leather, white couch, whilst Brisa went into the open-plan kitchen and poured two large glasses of Spanish. So I ended up back in the same bar with her one Friday evening...she had an air of being a little nervous but chatty and excited. We were getting on well and I did have a little glimpse at the hint of cleavage she was showing. I passed a cheeky remark about it and she gave me a little flash of the black underwear she was wearing with a little giggle.After a couple of drinks we decided to head back to hers....about a 20 minute walk from the bar...and all the way home i could detect that same. I mean... never. I never have...." Well" I replied, with admittedly a bit of a smirk, "you will today." as I wiggled my thumb that was now buried almost up to my hand, in her tightest of holes. I then turned my hand so that my thumb was facing down. Through that thin membrane separating her vagina from your rectum, I could feel the top of my cock, still buried to the hilt, inside of her squishy cunt."Please" she said so pathetically. "I can’t. I mean I never have so I don't think that I. The mixture of pain and pleasure sent electricity through her and, while she knew Russ was blessed in the manhood department, she felt he was so deep now she could feel him all up her spine. The two moved in time. But Emily had no control over this. The request to be gentle had fallen on deaf ears. Russ had hold of her hips and was thrusting into her with all his might. Russ leant forward, grabbed a nipple and twisted it. The twist had been a reminder to Emily that she was enjoying this and, as.