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The night had finally arrived. It was supposed to be a big fundraiser for a group that my friend’s band had been invited to play. Since I had nothing else going on that night, I decided that I would tag along. Unfortunately, that meant I had to wear a suit and tie, which I absolutely abhor, but I also got to wear a mask which hid my identity

With the suit jacket covering my tattoos, and the mask covering the most distinguishing parts of my face, I walked into the room and immediately wished I hadn’t. It was fucking wall to wall people. With everyone wearing masks, you had no idea of who was who. I wandered around until I found the most important thing: the bar. They didn’t want people wandering around with their hands full of booze, so I ordered two and slung one back at the bar.

I set out on a mission to find the stage, but that was not going to be easy considering all the people. So I took a detour and headed out onto the balcony for a smoke. I took in the amazing view of the golf course, as I sucked in that sweet poison. I had hoped that making an appearance here would lead to a memorable story, but so far, all I had gotten was stressed the fuck out.

Right about that time, I get slammed into the metal railing surrounding the balcony. Nothing like having metal rammed into the bones of your hips to wake you up. As I turn around to see what the hell is going on, a short dark haired girl starts apologizing profusely saying that she thinks she accidentally spilled her drink on me. I tell her not to worry about it as we both pull out cigarettes and watch the commotion. She introduces herself with her real name, I do not, and she asks who I’m there with. I tell her that I’m alone for the evening and she informs me that she is as well.

I try to take her in without her noticing. She has massive tits that her dress is having serious issues containing and a nice ass. The dress is barely covering the gifts that God gave her, and I was hoping that this would be a good sign of things to come. As we sit there chatting, I see her coming in the distance, like the invasion of Afghanistan. My friend’s wife is about to ruin my evening.

How she knew it was me, I have no idea, but I tell my newly acquired friend to give me a minute and try to catch the ambush before it takes place. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough, as she blurts out my name and asks if I’ve seen James. I tell her no, and quickly turn around to attempt to talk my way out of this, but she is gone. I audibly groan as I’m presented with my new task, which has nothing to do at all with getting what I want.

We finally find James and the band starts to play. The women kapaklı escort are dancing, and his wife Julie is no exception. She’s not a bad looking woman by any means with her blonde bob just underneath her chin. Her thin body doesn’t accentuate her extremely small tits at all, but fortunately she was given a slight bit of ass to help divert the eyes. I head to the bar to grab another drink when Julie stops me and asks me to grab her one too.

I head towards the bar, still searching for my short dress friend who definitely came there to fuck, but she was nowhere to be seen. I order the drinks and drag my ass back out onto the dance floor with Julie and her friends. A couple of songs into the set, they decide to play a couple of slow numbers, and James motions me to dance with his wife. Before I can retort, she grabs my hand and pulls me onto the floor and wraps her arms around my neck. During the course of the first song, I noticed that Julie was purposely leading us away from the front of the stage, but with the amount of people on the dance floor, I figured she was just going with the flow of the people.

As the second song starts though, I find out that I couldn’t have been more wrong. She leans into my ear and tells me that she can feel me pressing against her. I didn’t quite have the heart to tell her that it wasn’t her that had caused my erect state, so I simply apologized. She doesn’t say anything else, but pulls me tighter against her body. She purposely has herself turned so that the hard on piercing through my pants is rubbing against the crotch of her dress. She continues pressing her body against me until the song stops and the band jumps into an upbeat number.

I breathe a sigh of relief as I had no intentions of fucking my friend’s wife. However, as she turned around as shoved her ass against my crotch, it seems that she had different intentions. As the drinks continued to pour, the more flirtatious we got with each other until she had finally gotten us far away enough from the stage that she decided to go for it. She grabs my cock outside my pants and starts rubbing her hand along the length of it. I would love to say that I was the better man in the situation and rebuffed her advances, but instead, I reached underneath her dress and grabbed and groped her ass.

Before this could get any further, a friend of hers walks up to her and tells her that she needs to take a bag of money to her car so that it doesn’t get stolen. I felt confident that Julie’s friend saw her hand all over me, but she never said a word about it. Julie asks me to follow her so I do. Yes, at this point it went through karabağlar escort my mind what could take place, however, it was a car lot full of vehicles with people coming in and out. There was no way that this was going to escalate further.

We get to her Tahoe and she opens the back door and goes to throw the bag in the backseat, but it slips from her hand and lands in the seat itself. She climbs into the backseat and stuffs the bag underneath her driver’s seat. My eyes tried to divert, but she’s completely bent over in her back seat giving me full view of her ass, and the fact that she’s not wearing any panties. She turns back towards me and catches me staring. Instead of saying anything, she reaches underneath her dress and spreads her lips open. Without any thought, I lean forward and bury my tongue in between her fingers.

Her juices taste amazing as I flick the tip of my tongue against her clit. She moans slightly under the touch of my warm tongue and presses her warmth against my face. I can smell her on my beard as I lick and suck at her clit, savoring every drop of her sweet juices. In the distance I hear a car coming down the street, so I shove her face first into the door and jump in, shutting the door behind me. She lifts her ass up and I spread her cheeks, burying my tongue full force into her tight little hole. She’s bucking her ass against my face, as my tongue slides across her nub over and over again. She moans loudly as the headlights race through the vehicle.

Her head stays wedged between the seat and the door as I plant my tongue against her sweet little rosebud, and stuff my fingers into her soaking wet snatch. I cover my fingers in her juices and pull them out, rubbing her moisture onto her tight little hole. I lick her clean as I stuff my fingers back inside her as deep as they can go. Within a few minutes, she starts begging me to fuck her, so I unbutton my pants and press the head of my cock against her sopping wet hole. She presses her ass against my body as my cock slides all the way in. I can hear her fingers gripping the leather seat as she starts wildly slamming her ass against me, stuffing my cock harder and harder inside her.

She completely disregards the voices of the people as they walk by, as she takes me inside her sacred warmth over and over again. She reaches underneath her and starts to massage her clit while rubbing her fingertips along my shaft. There’s no doubt anyone walking by can hear the rhythmic thumping of her head against the door, as I arch my hips up to get a better angle into her wetness. She decides she can’t take it from behind anymore and pushes karabük escort me off. I sit down on the seat and she climbs on top of me. She guides my cock into her luscious mound as she shoves her tongue into my mouth.

I can feel her moaning as she rocks her hips back and forth. She slams her ass into my thighs over and over again, impaling her thin body down every inch of me. She grabs the handles on each side of the ceiling while grinding her sweet shaved pussy against my pubic bone. I pull down the top of her dress and pinch and pull at her little nipples. She moves her body faster against me, stuffing her tight little pussy full of me until she starts to come. She screams loudly as her muscles tense throughout her body. Breathlessly, she tells me to come inside her and lifts her body up a little. I raise my hips up and slam my cock into her.

She clutches the handles as I raise my hips up to meet hers, trying to force as much as I can into her. Over and over again, I slam my body into hers until I feel myself start to come. She slides down every inch of me and grinds her pelvis into mine as spurt after spurt of hot come shoots inside her barren hole. As we finally catch our breath, she lifts up off of me and a wad of my come drops onto the carpet, but she’s so drunk she doesn’t notice. We freshen up and head back into the party where the band is just now finishing their second set. James comes off the stage and escorts his wife to the bar for more drinks, while I bolt from the party like I left the stove on two hours ago and just remembered.

A couple of days later, Julie texts me and asks if I pulled out. She found a dried wad of come in her backseat and I explained to her that it fell out. She responded that she wished she had worn panties so that she could keep it in. She said that it would be too risky for us to do it again, but she asked if she could occasionally drop some panties off in my mailbox for me to come into. I told her that would be no problem as long as she could keep it a secret between us.

She would send me pictures regularly with her freshly shaved slit being pressed against a load of dry come in cotton panties. On the weekends, she would send me videos of her masturbating with her panties stuffed inside her mouth. I would send her pictures and videos in return, as we discussed wanting to get together again, but it never came to fruition.

A week went by before I finally heard from my friend James. We recanted the events of the evening, although I had to completely fabricate my portion of events, and he proceeds to tell me that obviously his wife had a great time because they’re suddenly fucking every night. It wasn’t until they divorced that he indulged that he knew what had taken place that night. I didn’t bother telling him that the nights he had been getting laid since were due to his wife spending the day wearing panties that were completely saturated with my juices.

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