He showered thinking of what might happen. He had persuaded her to stay the night at the Grosvenor where the dinner was being held. He had not menti...ned what the sleeping arrangements would be and noticed that she hadn't asked. It did make sense to stay over though – it would be 2 or 3 in the morning before the dancing would finish.The hot water felt so good on his skin, refreshing him. He realized he was imagining how Isabella would look in her dress and what she might wear underneath. He. I was enjoying myself and letting loose, which was something I hadn't done in a very long time. I usually didn't dance with other guys, but since my husband wasn't here and I was pretty drunk, I was having the time of my life. The guys all took turns dancing with me, making sure to rub up against me as often as they could. On occasion I could feel hard cocks rubbing against my ass as I danced with different guys but it didn't bother me. It was nice to know that I could still turn someone on. I. I was out front of her place at 6 and went up and banged on her door. She answered the door, and she was out of breath. "I dropped my k**s off at my parents, then I hit the gym, I need a shower." I grabbed her and said "No, you don't but you will." I kissed her and she responded. I sat on the couch and she straddled me, rubbing my cock with her crotch. I lifted her shirt and she raised her arms over her head and kept them there. I reached around and took her bra off. I was expecting nasty saggy. .. why?The vicious hot pain of his cruel entry still tore fiercely at her insides; yet, his massive cudgel was presently moving in and out of her at a reasonable, not unbearable tempo... if only he didn't increase it, or change it in a sudden burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance and was immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite him more, and abruptly, his great prick was reaming its way deeper.