Her left hand holds her steady, her right hand is already inside her panties fingering her pussy. She won’t be able to cum, not yet, but she loves t...e way her arousal drives the dance. It feels so much more primal when she’s horny. She wonders, each time, if this will be the time he asks her to do more than dance for him. She would do it. All her resistance is gone now, melted away under a tide of praise and pleasure. The last thirty nights have bound her to his will far more powerfully than. I was too discover that she was a horny bitch . When me and Rick would arrive back from the pub after we would have a few more drinks with Rab and Maggie , and have a few laughs before heading to bed , most nights after Rick was in bed Rab's talk would get a bit more suggestive encouraging Maggie to get a bit more flirty getting her to flash her breasts and lifting up her skirt to let me see her pussy , she never wore knickers so I had clear view of her mature cunt especially when she was. After her hips' slow descent, and her moment of resting now comes ascension. And as she rises, so begins the gentlest of undulations. It is as if her body is an anchored boat moved by the laziest of ocean swells. Such a gentle rise and fall.His fingers play her nipples, and her fingers play her cunt. In her depths, something seismic threatens. In an instant, his hips buck, and she rises, carried upwards by their momentum as Harrington empties himself into her depths. The thought of his cock. Elise kept on cutting and styling; quietly moving from one side to the other. As mind wanders I can feel myself getting hard. She says “All done” as she notices the bulge in my pants. “Well, I can see your hard on Tom. Do you find me sexy?”“Yes. ” I replied“At home my husband is very busy and we have not had sex in six months and I have needs. You’re a nice attractive guy.” “Elise, I am not that nice”I watch as Elise walks across the empty salon floor, freeing her long hair.