Do you know what I do asian with naughty little sluts?” Staring into his eyes hyperventilating and totally flushed I slowly shook my head no. Not realizing he had his hand under my skirt he whispered in my ear, “I fuck them dirty and nasty. Exactly how they like it." Just as he let those japanese words out in one swift motion, he pulled my panties to the side and shoved his thick middle finger in my amateur dripping cunt while rubbing my clit with his thumb. My pussy was on FIRE as he pushed me to an orgasm I’ve never felt in my life, right on the dance floor. Burying my face in his chest as to not scream and cause a scene he snickered while tugging on the back of my hair, “Relax and just enjoy it. You’ve been wanting me to do this since we met. I’m going to fuck you many times over these next few weeks while I am in town. Do you understand?” Letting out a soft gasp as he was fingering me and pulling my hair, we just stared at one another. He quickly took his middle finger out and put it to my face to show how me much I creamed on him. As he licked his finger, I was still dripping pussy juice down my leg, he repeated, “Do you fucking understand, slut?” Giving him a nod, I replied, “Yes." Still licking my cream off his finger, he shakes his head and says, “From now on you address me as sir or Mr. Johnson. Do I make myself perfectly clear, slut?” Feeling a mixture of anger, shame, guilt but most of all excitement I looked up at him and answered, “Yes sir.” Walking back to the bar with Bobby I just kept thinking to myself how could I have allowed this happen? What the fuck is wrong with me? I just me this man not even 3-hours ago and now I have him fingering me to an orgasm on the dance floor? And he is having me call him sir? All these questions kept repeating in my head I didn’t even realize Jacob was talking to me… “Baby? Baby? Are you ok?” he worriedly asked. Looking up at him and giving a strained smile, “huh, sorry honey. I think the alcohol has my head swirling right now. It’s been a long time since we went dancing.” Jacob smiled and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Someone is getting to old for this shit” David remarks. Turning back to him I replied, “Oh, be quiet Hardcore mister." Bobby chimed in, “Oh no she worked me out there on that dance floor,” giving me a quick glance then continued, “Jacob, you didn’t tell me your wife is such a terrific dancer. She danced circles around me I could hardly keep up.” I blushed at that remark. Jacob smiled and declared, “That’s my baby. She knows how to work those hips.” As he hugged me, I glanced over his shoulder seeing Bobby, standing behind David, giving me a sinister smile while licking the tip of the same finger he had in pussy just moments ago. I was transfixed by him and my pussy started to pulsate. I’m such a horrible wife. “So, what’s next?” Claire said and continued, “Are we done for the night or are we hitting the next stop?” Releasing our embrace Jacob asked me if I wanted to go to the teen next spot or was I ready to call it a night and head back home. This is public domain. As the dress rode higher and higher up her legs her trimmed bush came into view as his hand reached its goal. Months Hardcore passed and her birthday came about, about half a year from our 2nd anniversary. He did not teen want to go back to amateur Nora. She turned her attention to the second half of the quote. Could she get Erica to do it? Looking under the table, I expected to find the source of the feeling. PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME…. mistake or refusal and you will be dancing." I rubbed the back of my neck and fingered my necklace as I glanced at the clock on the wall. In fact, since he had and was still enjoying those kinds of activities’, he was counting on it. She gave it another squeeze and triumphantly licked the last drop of cum leaking from his slit. I calmed her with gentler motions, easing her pelvis back down, grinning at the whimpers filtering through her muting hands. She started to apply a generous amount of lotion over Monique's pussy lips. Taking a deep breath, I looked at my father, shook my head and replied confidently, “No dad…I got this.” She rubbed all over my body before she laughed and decided to wash my hair. She laughed again. It was burning. He hand held his daughter’s soft breast; it filled his cupped palm and she was begging for more! The built up tension ebbed from both then giddy with joy Morgan lifted her head and kissed him then teased, “Humph, you aren’t even man enough to make a girl pregnant! I explained him all except the encounter between me and his brother. “Get out of those clothes so we can japanese get going.” He said and sat down on the couch. The skin has a asian slight pale blue caste.