Her firm abdomen, her perfectly supple breasts, her curvy thighs…“Listen Sparky, you want to be paying attention now” she said annoyed.“Lastly... the red bottle is unique in that it will prolong your experience, without decreasing the intensity of the moment. Use it at your own discretion.”Your head was spinning by everything she had said. You were about to ask her a question when she excused herself.“I’ve gotta go” she said disappearing, leaving you alone in the street, for the first time. She smiled as we moved together to the music. I think my handsome man felt a little dejected but he was enjoying us dance. She made the next move by placing her hand on my hip. I nearly melted and my hand covered hers. The girl then pushed up against me rubbing her tits against mine. I could smell her sweet breath and I don’t know where I got the corage but I kissed her. Relief waved over my body as her kiss reciprocated mine. Her friends turned and looked and they teased us playfully. We had. I knew in a second theres not a snowballs chance in hell she would be into him. I should have cancelled right there but I didnt The whole time I was chatting with him, I kept visualizing him with my wife. How would he approach her, his technique, his hands on her were some things that made me wonder. I also thought of my fantasy. In fantasies everything goes perfect. In reality, things could go very bad and this guy was certainly not her type but thats what intrigued me. If my wife passed him. He began to truly face-fuck Ashven, her body becoming a ragdoll for his pleasure. In between his thrusts, Ashven barely managed to gasp for air to prevent her suffocating, and kneeled on the bench as to give Zargal a more appealing view of her small waist and luscious ass. Encouraged by her submissive behaviour, Zargal doubled his efforts and ripped the black bra already hanging loose off of Ashven's chest. In response to the jolt of pain she felt from this, the slut began to fondle her.