No-one likes to walk home topless. Not even exhibitionists.Gyrating slowly, she appears to sparkle in the lights, body glitter or something, a delicat... navel piercing, it’s different and somehow mesmerizing...Trousers inched lower, those in the cheap seats can appreciate from behind, then again, sparkling detail of a diamante thong. Rising suggestively she inches them off never-ending smooth legs then returns to her knees. The lingerie looks expensive, the underwear fetish crowd are creaming so. Vivek’s apartment and told him I’m ready now.He gave me a paper with written instructions. I was to read and do it and not talk unless he does.I agreed and read it and did as per the instructions.I got on top of his dining table. Spread my feet approximately 30 cms apart. Slowly removed my t shirt. He put on music. Based on his instructions, I moved slowly. I removed my bra. My boobs hung out of it. I danced to the music and my boobs wiggled. And I turned and faced the wall. Bent down to remove. He rubbed his cockhead up and down my pussy lips, driving me crazy with lust. I rocked my body against him, feeling my pussy lips open up as he shoved it into me deep and hard, taking my breath away for a moment. I moaned deeply as he filled my womb with his thick cock.I suddenly screamed and came so fast, before he had even got a good rhythm going in and out.As my own orgasm subsided, Willem began to fuck me harder. He thrust and twisted his hips, ensuring his dick rubbed deep inside of my hot. She undid my trousers and pulled-down my shorts and began to massage my cock and balls while I massaged her clitoris with my index finger. Sliding it into her womanhood I realised she was soaking wet and when I said so she told me she often got that way after our little chats; so much so she said she sometimes had to go straight to a toilet cubical and wank herself off to relieve the tension!I was gobsmacked at her revelation and told her I had done the same thing too! Time was now of the.