She was squeezing and pulling at her tits, tugging the nipples and forcing both into her eager and desperate mouth, all the time begging “Fill my arse with your cock, fuck me, fuck my arse, come in my arse, come in me you dirty fucker, come in Sally’s arse, come in my fucking arse!!”
What’s a guy to do but what he’s told? There was the gold high-heeled strappy shoes, the nylon covered legs that seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the flashing lights from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly empty room, the black and gold clingy dress that hugged those curvaceous hips, the enormous boobs that perched tantalisingly on the top of the strapless bra that seemed to defy gravity itself, but most of all the perfumed, beautifully made-up, coiffured and bouffanted vision that opened her deep cherry lips and said “I hope I didn’t startle you?”
I’m not normally lost for words and I wasn’t now, except all I could muster was “Sorry, I wasn’t looking.
