hard fucking art, HARD FUCKING ART
hard fucking art, HARD FUCKING ART
Of course the next song
is a slow one. As I touch her dress I notice
that it feels as soft as velvet. I could not tell you who or what
was playing. This sexy young create snuggles up to me. Looking up
I
notice that Mr. Flirty hands have moved down to my wife’s
hips. It’s
just a matter of time before he starts to feel her tight ass. My
date takes my hands and slides them down to her ass. Taking the
clue I start to pull her tight. My fingers could not detect any
pantie that causes a stir. There is nothing I can do as I come to
life. As I start to press against my dance partner her hands
drift down to my ass pulling me closer into her. I know that she
can feel hard fucking art me and I swear that
she is trying to rub her clit against me.
Looking over at Misty I could see that she was enjoying herself.
A
moment of fear went through my body. Should I stop this? We never
talked about this and how that something is happening. Would this
be a mistake? The woman I was dancing with is very attractive and
the
thought of being with her was a real turn on. How would we feel
tomorrow? My dance partner looks up and smiles.