She entered the dressing room and closed the door behind her, locking it. In an instant, she was down on her knees taking my cock in her left hand and...sucking it for me. The fact that she was a pretty blonde really excited me.All I was wearing was my high heels and my bra and my nipples were rock hard, so it felt like we were two lesbians getting it on, all the sudden. Her lips were magical on my clitty dick and her tongue was, too. And I got especially horny when I saw her reach under her. I looked up at her immediately and she smiled and slowly straddled my lap. She began to grind her hips slowly back and forth over my lap which made my cock twitch hard and start to grow.“Ever been initiated into the mile-high club?” she asked sexy as fuck.“Never had the opportunity,” I said back with a wicked grin.“You are about to,” she giggled.She bent down and kissed me hard as her hips ground faster against my lap. My hands couldn’t resist reaching out and grabbing those hips and pushing. Fir shaadi hoti apni. Me to roj pyar karta.She was little upset. I thought she was thinking of her husband.Me: Upar se niche tak kiss karta tujhe. Har ek part pe…. Pyar se…She didn’t said anything. I started roaming my fingers on her back in style, trying to seduce her.Then I slowly leaned on her and kissed on her cheek. She got shocked but didn’t move. I got back to my position and started massaging her back. Me apna hath thoda upar le gya and reached her bra strap. She moved a little, uska. Her breasts pop out, jiggling slightly from the ripping motion. Her top is left hanging wide open, ripped straight down the center. Only the very top and very bottom left intact, leaving her looking ravaged. Her breasts are simply perfect. Plump and natural. They flop outward sideways just a bit from how she’s laying. Her skin is pale here, never seeing the sun. Sexy half-dollar-coin-sized areolas, big but the right size for her tits, a darker brown to compliment her olive skin-tone. Puffy.