Her strappy black dress is figure hugging and is straining to contain her full, heavy breasts, which dance majestically to the rhythm of her steps. He... bottom is a similarly mesmerising sight, jiggling away, while the dress cut up above the knee reveals tanned and toned legs. All in all quite a package, and I don't mind admitting that I often fantasize about making love to her, I rarely last long tossing off as I imagine those big breasts bouncing enticingly to the rhythm of my thrusts.The show. The scent of the rose petals is erotic in a very romantic way. I hear you opening what seems to be a bottle of champagne or even wine. I start to wonder what in the world that you have in store for me tonight. Has my most erotic dream began to come true or do I want it so badly that it just is something that I dream of too often. Whichever it is, it feels too good to question at this exact moment. You gently lay me across the bed onto the rose petals. With my eyes closed still I can feel. I would soon find out as the sound got nearer. I sat on the old log and waited, camera in hand to take some shots as they passed. They were coming up the trail pretty fast, but I was ready. They passed by my location quick fast, but I snapped the shutter just as fast and waved towards them and they waved back. Twenty-five feet away, give or take a few feet, the two machines stopped. I had moved back onto the trail to take more shots of them speeding away. I stood and watched as they both turned. He glanced under the table; saw that her legs were still parted as he’d asked of her.She is a submissive and an exhibitionist! He exalted inwardly. I’d better take things slow or I’ll fuck up---don’t want to do that.“Rana, you know, this is your opportunity, your night as it were to be a very naughty girl.”“I know,” she replied, and licked her lips slowly, more for effect than anything else.“You posed for me, letting me take a scandalous picture of you in your bedroom. Need I remind you, your.