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Languages: English

Location: USA

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 27

Sanndye Streamate - Gals get talked out of their skin in happiness.

In the midst of the roaring fun, oncoming models pay the price. . as the frisson of recognition spreads you feel the wisp of a sweat on your forehead, its chilly touch sending shivers up your spine. As I close my eyes and put my arms around you, we slide quietly back to the compact disc, still playing. The music, the actors, sends you into a spinning momentary blackness...a place you no longer know...a place where hope becomes its own, a cocoon from which comes the spring in which you, well, just hang in the blackness. As I unwind a bit, nudging you as you look down, caressing you arm, starting with the low back, lightly brushing over the top of the hip, feeling your soft skin, undoing the unbuttoned jeans, revealing the bright patch of pubic hair. A shiver runs through you, little by little, the fall of your cheeks, rounding to a warm cushion between my shoulders, settling into a firm, limpid embrace. As I break the kiss you offer to bring yourself up, I feel you tensing, the tension startingle me gently. Continuing our dance, I feel your muscles tightening, your heart racing, your body, the "payback" against me, growing ever closer. Your cock stands out proudly, erect, pulsating in your jeans. I give you a moment to adjust, and then, lifting your head up, I place your head against mine. A fleeting kiss, brief, sounds from your mouth call to me, a slow gulp escapes your lips. Then, in a low, quiet voice, you say, " Don't stop . .

." stepping back to allow you to step forward, body close to mine, "Dance for me." I walk up behind you, and lead you step by step, into the room. You step inside, pausing every few seconds to look around, to try and keep your eyes on me. I take your hand, softly, slowly, caressing. I guide you to the center of the dance floor, leading you to a point in the middle of the floor. First you look at me, shyly. There is no sense in approaching me, here. By now the "vibe" is getting to you. You can feel it in the air, your cheek. I softly kiss each cheek. You catch your breath. I lead you to the center of the floor area. The door opens, and I step in, knocking you down to the floor. I kiss your cheek. I put a hand around your shoulder.

You look at me, regretting your eyes-but can't think for a moment-and I walk over to the bar. You can see me pretty well now. I take your hand, and lead you to sit down. I can still see you, from behind. Your small waist, your broad hips, full breasts, full puffy, flat belly, the hand that is in your hair. I run my fingers over your pubic area. The tight circle of my lips, the warm wetness of my breath as my fingertips glide over you. I can still see you, several paces behind. Your eyes flutter, mouth open. You try to look up, over my shoulder, but the "blackness" of the room makes it difficult. Finally, I slide to your side, sitting on the "chef's" seat. I pull your head to mine, pressing my lips against yours, wrapping my arms around you, bringing my left hand to your mouth, the "dance" wrapping around me as I do, my knees giving way, I slip to my stomach and press my breasts to yours, giving you time to feel them, pressing harder, harder. Finally the "dance" begins, and we both begin, still. Loving and tender, delicious and wet..

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