I was dressed hotter than hell, and ready to find some tasty arm candy with a thick cock for the night. I had my vibrating panties on. It was my intention to hand the control to the first man that offered to buy me a drink. As sexy as I am, that usually doesn’t take very long. The man who approached me reminded me of Bill Clinton in his better days; chiseled, distinguished, and evidently dripping in power hungry money.
The very sight made my lonely little pussy growl. He put a strong arm around my tiny teen waist, and pulled me in close to whisper in my ear. “My cock loves the sight of you in that dress. I’d love you even more without.” He grinned. His cologne intoxicated me as I passed over the remote. His hungry eyes lit up as he realized what it was. Pocketing the remote, he took me to dance.
Leading, he slipped an hand in his pocket and turned the vibrator on low. He was going to make my pussy hum before it pulsed along to the beat carrying our sweating bodies across the floor. His hand slipped down my dress, roughly pinching one of my nipples.
The Jaguar intended to devour me; slowly. I hoped his mature cock could keep up with my hot, tight cunt. I’ve been needy since my husband sailed away. Fill me up in his bed, won’t you darling? I need a real man to own me, fuck me for the night.
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