After Dinner Minx

I should be paying attention to my wife, sitting beside me in the restaurant, but she doesn't suck dick like Jessica does. Doesn't let me take her on a twisted, teasing sexual journey where the only goal is pleasure dialled to eleven.Above the lively conversation from other diners around us, my wife's engaging and funny. Successful, smart, pretty. Those tumbling blonde locks shake as Mitch cracks a lame joke opposite while he pretends not to be checking out her gorgeous tits spilling over the sculpted evening gown. She really is a head-turner.But still, she's not Jessica. Not even close.That's why my hand's on Jess' knee. Stroking. Watching her trying not to react when I inch fingers north, to her bare inner thigh. Her eyes widen fractionally and I pause. Relax when I draw outward again.Bringing my hand back topside, I reach for the wine bucket and offer a refill to my wife, then Jess before passing it on. While Mitch is distracted pouring for Lucy, I casually replace my hand beneath the table and hover it above Jess'*leg. Only I hear her hiss as the freezing water droplet lands on her thigh and dribbles inward.I walk chilled fingertips in its wake. She clamps her legs shut and I wait, safe in the knowledge they'll open again. She knows the consequences. Knows what I'll do to her pretty bottom, each slap stinging, rolling heat through her body to manifest in Anadolu Yakası Escort drizzling wetness in her knickers.As if reading my thoughts, her legs part and I continue up, grazing inches from her underwear. I can feel her heat. Feel her shivers.I tease, then pull away, leaving her wanting. Her eyes flick to me, just once and then her fingers are on mine, brazenly pulling them to her knickers, tucking them under, feeding them to her hungry cunt. Fuck, she?s wet; a reaction to our tormenting touches all throughout dinner. Her eyes flick to mine again. Wild. Needy.I snap. Push up from the table, excusing myself and head for the bathrooms. Experience tells me I won?t wait long and soon enough she?s walking towards me, sumptuous curves tucked into the short dress. Ordinarily I'd take my time to tease her further. Make her wait until she?s half mad with desire.But not now. Time is against us.Grabbing her hand I drag her into the empty bathroom. We crash into a cubicle, lips and hands already clutching at energised skin. I swat her behind and she gasps into my kiss, heat spreading as she melts into my embrace.Slithering my hand up her back, I wrap the dark ponytail in my fist and tug, breaking the kiss. My tongue traces her jaw, working down her exposed neck. Nibbling. Biting. Her sighs inflame my blood.She slowly lifts Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan her knee, insistently pressing forward as she writhes against me, leg scissoring mine apart so she can rub her thigh against my straining cock. I bite harder, her neck turning pink where my stubble grazes. She fumbles between us, unbuckling me, slipping a hand inside to stroke my hot length.Gasping at my hardness, her reaction drives me on as I nuzzle and bite her neck and shoulder, tugging back a fraction more on her hair. I adore when she strokes my cock and smears pre-come over the flared tip, surging in her hand as she strokes and teases.I crush our lips together again, taking her breath away, releasing bunched hair and grabbing her waist, spinning her to face the opposite wall of the cubicle and tilting her torso forward.Her palms brace as I tug the dress up and the lace panties down. I draw breath at her perfect arse. It's ever so slightly pink, wiggling tantalisingly. I have to spank it, the slap echoing around the bathroom before her cry. Again. And again.I slide my hand round the curve of her hip and graze her folds. Fuck. So wet. My drenched fingertip draws a line up and down each lip as she bucks against my groin, the steel of my cock rubbing her glorious cleft.Leaning forward, I rake digits over her proud Escort Anadolu Yakası clit then dive back inside, her body jerking as I whisper, "I'm going to enjoy fucking you, Jess. Right here."She moans in response, my fingers alternating between thrumming her clit and sawing inside her dripping pussy. My voice is edgy. "Beg for it."I pull back a tiny bit. Just enough that the lack of touch makes her ache. She twists in my hands, shaking her head. "P-please."Kissing her earlobe, my hot breath rasps. "I didn?t say ask... I said beg!?I slap her clit then pull away and she jolts, gritting her teeth. "Jesus. PLEASE, fuck me...*god!""Better."I use my free hand to align my prick, roll my hips and glide inside her dripping pussy. She groans as I fill her tunnel.Slithering my hand up to grab her hair again, I yank back, using it as leverage to pull out and drive back into her drenched cunt as my fingertips grind against her engorged clit.Jessica's body convulses with each thrust or three-sixty of my wet fingers against her proud jewel. I snarl into her ear as I hammer into her heat. "I want you to soak my cock. Come all over me. Lose control."She's so sexy owned. Head tipped to the ceiling in my grip, staccato breaths punctuating the stall with every stroke of my fat cock inside her velvety pussy. I pull my fingers from her centre and her eyes snap wide as I thrust. She can't form the words but I know what she wants.I return to crush the pads of my fingers against her needy clit and draw insistent circles, her body tightening in tune with her elevated breathing. The heat of her pussy is incredible, the rhythmic clack of my belt buckle tapping a beat against her calf as she gasps out how close she is.