Her hips were now engaged in a dance with those behind her, her clit was exposed to the sensations it craved. The waitress brought them over drinks and by the second round the conversation flowed easy. It tingled as it made contact with her clit. She tried kicking behind her. Nothing she tried gained her even an inch of additional freedom. She tried to move but was pinned down. I’ve been backed up for nearly a week. She was face down on the mattress her ass sticking up in the air. “Jager” she requested when the bartender came over. Her pussy began to contract and release his dick. As two arms hooked her side, they clumsily pawed at her jacket pinning it to her hips. She felt it sliding between her ass cheeks, sliding up along her pussy to rub her clit, poking the skin beside her pussy and then his tip entered her with a hard thrust of his hips buried inches of hard dick in her pussy.
