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tried and her body incited disgust rather than excitement?
All Mary sensed in Dan was the tenseness of his muscles. He talked a little—as much as he could above the music—but he hadn’t touched her at all, or given her smoldering looks like he had at the party. Had she imagined the message in his eyes or the possessiveness of his touch? A blazing bird of paradise would command his attention. Such a woman wouldn’t doubt her abilities, she’d make Dan notice her.
Mary placed her hand on Dan’s groin. He gasped. She gasped, too and almost yanked her hand back, nervousness threatening to overcome the needy pulse centered between her legs. Dan dropped his hand over hers, pressing her fingers into the bulge under his fly, then pushing down and tugging up, making her hand stroke him through his clothes. His cock, already long and hard, stiffened and grew under her palm. Something like a groan escaped his lips.
The club’s atmosphere stifled whatever inhibitions were left in her. Not considering who might be watching she released her breast from the dress bodice, then guided his free hand to caress her waiting flesh and pebbled nipple.
He draped his arm across her shoulders and turned her toward him. Even in the dim lighting, a look of hunger shone clear in his eyes. He kneaded her breast while his lips nibbled at hers.
“You know people can see us, don’t you?” he whispered.
“Everyone’s watching the action on stage.”
“Not that man over there.”
She looked over her shoulder to a nice looking middle-aged man at the next table. He raised his glass in salute with one hand. His other hand was inside the placket of his slacks. At that moment Dan dipped his head to suckle her nipple. A moan of pleasure escaped her, and any thought of the creepy man flew out of her head.
Dan nicked her breast with his teeth and she gasped again. The strange man at the neighboring table widened his eyes as though he knew what Dan had done.
How exciting. The thought shot through her head. Being watched turned her on in a way she’d never imagined. Of course, no sweet violet ever thought about things like this. She winked and then turned her attention back to Dan.
She pulled on the zipper tag and released his cock. It surged, full and long in her hand. Dan lifted his mouth to hers again, but her tongue took control of him before he had a chance to play invader. She licked, touched, stroked, nuzzled, while her hand smeared pre-cum over the head of his cock.
Then she broke the kiss. Struggling to one knee on the banquette seat, she bent her head and sucked him. His hand moved down her back to her bottom. He lifted her skirt. Under the thong, he had full access to her feminine regions. They would also be exposed to their watcher. The thought made her hotter than a jalapeno.
Dan’s cock filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat. She struggled not to gag, but then Dan eased her head up a bit and she relaxed. At the same time, he smoothed her pussy juice up and down, bathing her clit.
Mary was no longer aware of what went on around her. Her consciousness focused on the sensations spiraling between her legs and the manhood filling her mouth. Up and down his shaft she moved. His free hand rested on her head, stroking her hair, entangling in it, holding her back when he wanted her to slow, then pushing until she took all of him. Extraordinary sensations overwhelmed her. Taste, touch, smell, sound, even sight, if the mind’s eye counted, all played a part in why and how she lost herself, and never wanted to be found.
He felt so good. Her tongue skimmed the bulging veins that lined his hard, long length. She sucked and licked the soft, velvety crown. His thick, wiry hair at the base of his shaft tickled her nose. She wanted all of him, right through to the end.
She’d never let Ralph finish in her mouth, though he’d asked her to over and over. The thought that Dan might excited her.
His fingers sank into her pussy
All Mary sensed in Dan was the tenseness of his muscles. He talked a little—as much as he could above the music—but he hadn’t touched her at all, or given her smoldering looks like he had at the party. Had she imagined the message in his eyes or the possessiveness of his touch? A blazing bird of paradise would command his attention. Such a woman wouldn’t doubt her abilities, she’d make Dan notice her.
Mary placed her hand on Dan’s groin. He gasped. She gasped, too and almost yanked her hand back, nervousness threatening to overcome the needy pulse centered between her legs. Dan dropped his hand over hers, pressing her fingers into the bulge under his fly, then pushing down and tugging up, making her hand stroke him through his clothes. His cock, already long and hard, stiffened and grew under her palm. Something like a groan escaped his lips.
The club’s atmosphere stifled whatever inhibitions were left in her. Not considering who might be watching she released her breast from the dress bodice, then guided his free hand to caress her waiting flesh and pebbled nipple.
He draped his arm across her shoulders and turned her toward him. Even in the dim lighting, a look of hunger shone clear in his eyes. He kneaded her breast while his lips nibbled at hers.
“You know people can see us, don’t you?” he whispered.
“Everyone’s watching the action on stage.”
“Not that man over there.”
She looked over her shoulder to a nice looking middle-aged man at the next table. He raised his glass in salute with one hand. His other hand was inside the placket of his slacks. At that moment Dan dipped his head to suckle her nipple. A moan of pleasure escaped her, and any thought of the creepy man flew out of her head.
Dan nicked her breast with his teeth and she gasped again. The strange man at the neighboring table widened his eyes as though he knew what Dan had done.
How exciting. The thought shot through her head. Being watched turned her on in a way she’d never imagined. Of course, no sweet violet ever thought about things like this. She winked and then turned her attention back to Dan.
She pulled on the zipper tag and released his cock. It surged, full and long in her hand. Dan lifted his mouth to hers again, but her tongue took control of him before he had a chance to play invader. She licked, touched, stroked, nuzzled, while her hand smeared pre-cum over the head of his cock.
Then she broke the kiss. Struggling to one knee on the banquette seat, she bent her head and sucked him. His hand moved down her back to her bottom. He lifted her skirt. Under the thong, he had full access to her feminine regions. They would also be exposed to their watcher. The thought made her hotter than a jalapeno.
Dan’s cock filled her mouth and touched the back of her throat. She struggled not to gag, but then Dan eased her head up a bit and she relaxed. At the same time, he smoothed her pussy juice up and down, bathing her clit.
Mary was no longer aware of what went on around her. Her consciousness focused on the sensations spiraling between her legs and the manhood filling her mouth. Up and down his shaft she moved. His free hand rested on her head, stroking her hair, entangling in it, holding her back when he wanted her to slow, then pushing until she took all of him. Extraordinary sensations overwhelmed her. Taste, touch, smell, sound, even sight, if the mind’s eye counted, all played a part in why and how she lost herself, and never wanted to be found.
He felt so good. Her tongue skimmed the bulging veins that lined his hard, long length. She sucked and licked the soft, velvety crown. His thick, wiry hair at the base of his shaft tickled her nose. She wanted all of him, right through to the end.
She’d never let Ralph finish in her mouth, though he’d asked her to over and over. The thought that Dan might excited her.
His fingers sank into her pussy
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