Your good, sweet, submissive boy [M20s] [F30s/40s] [Gentle Mommy Dom] [Choking] [Romance] [Creampie]

Dedicated to “K”

I am ready and prepped for the gym. I am wearing my black Nike shorts and Under Armor shirt. They adhere to my tight, strong body nicely. You can see my muscles contracting and expanding behind my athletic wear with some of my motions. I have had little recreation time with medical school constantly strapping me down, so I am enjoying myself for a change. I ask if you would like to go with me, but you have something else in mind. It has been only two days since I have worshiped you, yet you are craving me. You demand me to stay home. Who am I to resist your orders? I know my place after being romantically involved with you for three years and living with you for one. You wave me over as you watch my ass jiggle toward the door, and I stand before you in seconds. “It’s been a while since you have made me cum, baby boy. I need you so badly.” I am enthusiastic to give my adoring dommy mommy the pleasure and desire she deserves, so I approach you eagerly with a smile.

The Elderly Woman From Next Door Part II [M34/F75] [Vanilla] [Pussy Licking]

[*Part I is over there*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy96/comments/ywriy1/the_elderly_woman_from_next_door_m34f75_vanilla/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. I really advice you to read that one first. Enjoy your read.*

After our first fuck my neighbor and I kept on going. Whenever I was in the mood I knocked at her door. When she was at home, she opened up the door, we hugged each other, we had some chit chat over a cup of tea, or over a cup of coffee, it depended if it was morning, afternoon or evening, then we got closer to each other. And we fucked each other’s brains out. It felt like my thirty four year old dick was made for her seventy five year old pussy.

But it didn’t took long and the vanilla fucking got boring. It still came great for both of us, but the special something went away more and more with every fucking week that passed by. So we decided to turn up the kink. To try something new. And yes, we were looking for inspiration. So I came up with the great idea to watch some adult movies together. Just to come up with ideas. To my surprise, she said yes.

The entity and me [Part 3] [M28] [F22] [Noncon] [Bondage] [Fantasy]

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………..

His hand felt so strong as it grasped my ass from below. It felt amazing. It’s finger was still inside me, feeling me slowly.

“Oh yes, that’s a good girl. You’re getting so wet for me,” it said.

I kept bucking my hips against it’s finger, and he forced my ass to continue grinding on his hand, making me even wetter.

I was acting so desperately for him. His finger was drawn out of me and he put his hands on my wrists, pressing them into the bed.

This being was not as ethereal as before. It had more of a human silhouette. A large chest, broad shoulders, and a muted face. I couldn’t call it a man, but it felt more and more like one to the touch.

I lay pinned under his arms, still attempting to grind in desperation. I was getting really close. I want great with teasing, and combining that with a mixture of fear and unknown was getting me close to the edge.

A Wife For All Seasons, Part 3 [sci-fi] [MFF, all over 30]

I tried to highlight the benefits Clara seemed to be overlooking. This wasn’t about my pleasure, alone. We weren’t a threesome; we were a twosome with three bodies, and as such, she could now experience simultaneous sensations like no woman in human history.
As she rode me in bed one night, just the two of us in the 3 am dark, I asked Clara to bring in her double.
“Now?” she asked.
“Trust me,” I said.
She never stopped. She held her hands flat against my chest as she slid back and forth against my pelvis. But eventually her second body appeared in the doorway, dripping wet from the bath.
I motioned for her to climb onto the bed, then told her to sit over my face, the two Clara’s facing each other. I licked her once, slowly. Then twice. Then more steadily, all as I pulled the bedsheet up over Clara’s hip and used it to hold her firmly on my cock.
“You can’t cum here,” I said, thrusting upward, “until you’re also ready to cum here,” I said, flicking my tongue.
This took longer than I would have guessed. This was partly intentional, as I more than once brought her to the brink with my tongue before stopping altogether, gently kissing her thigh until she was calm enough to continue. But even beyond my own games, it was at least half an hour before I felt the familiar tightening around my shaft, followed immediately by her bodily flutter against my tongue. In the morning I told her there was no need to savor the moment, that I was her slave as much as she was mine. She told me that no, it had taken her longer than usual because it made her dizzy to watch two versions of herself bouncing in different rhythms.
I tried pointing out that we could go down on each other—Clara’s favorite—but in virtually any position. I found her in the library one day, for instance, pulling a book of landscape photographs from the shelf. I reached under her skirt, pulled the lilac panties down her legs, and asked if she could fetch me a cookbook from the top shelf. I stood beneath the ladder. She pursed her lips at me and held the skirt tight around her thighs as she climbed, but when she reached the right height, one foot a rung above the other, I ran the length of my middle finger along her slit. She nearly fell, knocking some books to the floor in the process, but she caught herself and pulled her skirt a bit higher as I leaned forward to kiss her fragrant lips. I stayed this way, face buried between her legs, until I felt a pair of hands slip my cock from my pants and rest it on a cold lower rung. I stayed this way, massaging the backs of my wife’s thighs, until I felt the hint of a breath and a wet warmth enveloped my shaft inch by luxurious inch.
I tried to highlight the role of spontaneity. My wife went for a jog on Wednesday afternoon. Her outfit, my god, a light blue sports bra with black leggings, elicited a honk of approval from a passing car the moment she left the driveway. I watched Clara disappear around the far bend and instantly wanted her.
My wife’s double was folding clothes in the laundry room. The washing machine rumbled.
“I know what you’re going to say,” I said, untying the belt that held her dress in place.
“What?” she asked, placing a timid hand on my chest.
“You’re going to say that you’re around people, that you’re in public, that we absolutely can’t fool around now.” I backed her toward the washing machine.
“Oh no no no no, you’re exactly right,” she laughed. “You can wash me off when I’m home if you’re good and clean the bathrooms.”
I took off my shirt and let her feel my stomach.
“Harry…”
I lifted her onto the washing machine.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head, as if needing a moment. “Harry,” she repeated, more quietly.
Spontaneity, a double-edged sword. She loved me as we fucked on that vibrating machine. She held her legs around my waist to keep me from pulling out and kept her mouth pinned to mine to keep from screaming. If I tried to kiss her neck or ear, she grabbed my face and pulled my lips back firmly to hers.
She loved me then, but when she got home she was furious. Clara told me she wasn’t on a jog at that instant, that she couldn’t hide her panting behind exercise. She told me she had been shopping for a water bottle in the grocery store. She had attempted shallow breathing in one of the less trafficked aisles, pretending to read the back of a peanut butter jar for ten minutes as my cock vibrated inside of her. She steadied herself with the help of a popcorn display. But the sensations eventually grew so strong that she had to sit down on the floor by the charcoal. Multiple people asked if she was all right, including an elderly woman who seemed, impossibly, to know exactly what was happening.
“So no, you cannot wash me today,” Clara said, storming off for her shower.
Still, she’d gotten a taste for exhibitionism. After she’d rinsed off, she went to the kitchen for a glass of red wine, took it outside, and sat on a step of our front stoop. I watched her through the window. She cinched her short, silken black robe tight at the neck and took a sip. After a few moments, her double entered the living room wearing an identical robe. She drew the curtains closed, turned off the light, and straddled me on the couch.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Clara said. She kissed my neck and pinned my wrists to the couchback. “If any of the neighbors come by we’ll have to pause so I can say hello.” Every five minutes, it seemed, Clara would go from riding me vigorously to a complete stop. She’d kiss across my chest in gentle pecks, her pelvis unmoving, despite my pleas, and I’d hear her friendly voice through the window. They were usually short greetings, though occasionally someone would ask her about work and, unable to play completely by her rules, I’d graze my teeth against her nipple. At one point I heard Clara flirting with the firefighter next door and felt her subtly, mistakenly squeeze against my cock. I spanked her and heard her gasp slightly through the window.
Still, most of Clara’s interest in her double was nonsexual. She experimented with contrasts—washing her hair on one body as she blow dried it on the other. She drank a cup of hot lemon-ginger tea as she also drank an iced coffee. She rubbed lotion along two legs as she shaved the others.
One night I found my wife relaxed in the bath with a lit candle and a glass of rosé as her double ran a soapy loofah across her arms.
“The real potential is in self-pleasure,” I said one evening, setting our empty dinner plates in the sink. “Your own tongue, exactly as you like it.”
“Hmm, do we have dessert?” Clara asked. “Something chocolate?”’
I arranged a small plate of cookies and set it on the table.
“I could be there on standby, just in case. Watching from the wings,” I said. “But you know. Make yourself comfortable with some music. Some oils. Take your time. One body then the other.”
“Sounds too strange.” Clara reached for a cookie. “Is that what you did? Sucked your own dick?”
“There’s no need to be crude, Clara.” I sat back against my chair.
“I’m sorry, Harry, but this just doesn’t mean as much to me as it does to you. In fact, I’ve been thinking about it—can we just turn off my transistor or whatever? Is that possible?”
“I suppose,” I said. “Your second body would just be on autopilot.”
“I don’t want to ruin the experiment or ruin your turn for fun, but this element of control—I don’t like it. It’s too much.”
I can’t pretend I wasn’t a little disappointed. My darling Clara who deserved every pleasure in the world. But if she wasn’t satisfied, I couldn’t force her on my account.
“Let me see what I can do.” I held Clara’s hand across the table. “I may have to shut her down for a week, but it should work out fine.”
That night I was back in the lab and my wife read a George Eliot novel by the fireplace.

Lust Serum Test on a college Campus p1 (MF) (voyeur) (college)(20 years old)

“Thank you all for signing your waivers and agreeing to take part in this experiment. You will remain in this building for the next 6 hours and we will monitor you remotely. We’ve provided refreshments.” A girl rose her hand and asked, “are we supposed to do anything beyond just sit here?” Luke’s heart rate rose seeing his crush, Mia speak. He’d taken classes with her and her quick mind, calculating eyes behind glasses, mahogany body and big bouncy boobs entranced Luke every class.

The proctor responded, “I won’t taint the experiment,” and left with a smile. Somebody piped up, “what the fuck?!” And another replied, “As long as we’re paid, it’s whatever.” People began to filter in and out of the auditorium, grabbing refreshments and exploring the building. Luke poured a soda and surveyed, his eyes finding Mia. He downed a second cup, ensure why it gave him courage, but finally approached Mia after weeks of admiring.

Monster office: Millie.[M23xF33][monster girl][cowgirl][lactation][nursing][nursing handjob][boob job][massive tits][moo?][cum on tits][cum on face][horns][fucked silly][voyuer][masturbation]

Well with the holidays over it’s back to business as usual.

Danica said I’d be working with a friend of hers. Millie was her name. After a bit of information, I learned she lived about an hour away on a farm. When I asked why she didn’t work in the office, I was only told, “she isn’t comfortable around other people” and “she can’t go down stairs” weird. So this weekend I was to go to her house and do whatever she needed me to do.

The drive to the countryside was nice, the hustle and bustle of the noisy city faded into rolling green hills and golden farmland. The highway I took faded to a long double Lane Road leading to nowhere. My GPS led me to an offroad and eventually towards the farmhouse.

It was an old plantation home, painted pearly white, two stories with a wrap-around porch. A big red barn was beset behind it.

I pulled into the driveway, where only one other car sat motionlessly.

I read the signage on the front of the house, 8008 Milford drive. This was the place. I walked up the stairs leading to the porch. It was a covered porch, with several sets of tasteful wooden furniture strewn about.

Letting the music guide us [F/M 20s-30s][blowjob, flirting, tension]

“Hey Ruth.”

“Hey Josh. Ready to rock ‘n roll?”

Ruth and I have been playing together for a couple of months now. We met when she posted an online ad looking for someone to make music with; I saw it and sent her a message. Both of us play guitar and sing, so we decided to try forming an acoustic duo.

We immediately hit it off the first time we met. There was such an easy air about her; we joked and laughed as if we’d known each other for years. I was nervous that I had never sung with anyone before and I wouldn’t be any good, but as soon as we started, something magical happened: our voices melted together, the song took us over and the result was thrilling. It wasn’t my imagination, we actually sounded fantastic. And the reason for it, I think, was a tension, a spark hanging between us. I was astounded to find that singing together with this stranger created a powerfully intimate, illicit connection. We sat a few feet apart, facing each other, each with a guitar in hand. As we sang I looked up at her from my guitar and noticed how enticing I found her face, her lips, her skin.

A Wife For All Seasons, Part 2 [sci-fi] [MFF, everyone over 30]

Clara has never been much of a lab assistant. The science doesn’t interest her. It’s my hobby, not hers. Still, she agreed to sit for a DNA swab. She let me administer a preliminary brain scan and a neural mapping survey. I made a game of taking her physical measurements, pulling the tape gently across her bust, then to the absolute top of her inseam.
“She’ll look exactly the same, right?” Clara asked.
“Completely identical,” I assured her.
“My age? You’re not creating some 18-year-old version of me, right?”
I kissed her forehead.
“It’s the same process,” I said. “She’ll look just as you look now.”
Clara came by my lab throughout the week to check on my progress. She’d bring me dinner, cast a suspicious eye toward the closed hibernation bath, then sit on my desk and bite her nail.
“Will she be strong?” she asked. “Stronger than me?”
“No,” I said, after considering the question. “She’ll have your muscular makeup, so it should be about the same.”
“What about coquettishness?”
“Coquettishness?”
“I don’t think she should be too flirty. I’m not too flirty, so I don’t think she should be, either.”
“Clara, she won’t be anything. She’s an empty vessel, just a body for you to control.”
“I know.”
“If you’re not coquettish then she won’t be coquettish.”
“I know, I know.”
She started to leave, drumming her fingers against the lid of the bath as she passed.
“We’re not going to name her, right?” Clara said.
“I don’t think so.”
“No, I agree. I see what you meant now, no need to name doubles.”
Clara was clearly apprehensive, so I decided to surprise her one day with a bouquet of purple orchids. They were waiting in a vase on the kitchen table when Clara got home from work. I heard her heels click across the floor and I waited a few moments for her to read my card. It read: All my love—meet me in the lab.
Clara’s new double was lying face-up in the bath when Clara entered. Clara, my beautiful wife, pale in the soft light from the kitchen, so surprisingly timid.
“She’s done?” Clara asked.
“Almost.” I fiddled with a few inputs on my computer and waved her over to me. “Give me a number between one and ten,” I said.
“Seven.”
“Give me a food that starts with M.”
“Mascarpone.”
“Give me the name of your first pet.”
“Lady Bell.”
I ran some last minute scans of the transistor, calibrated the neural interface, addressed any atmospheric static in the biliminal signal, and then the double’s eyes blinked open.
“Done,” I smiled.
But Clara looked a bit dizzy. I took her hands to steady her.
“I’m looking at you and the ceiling at the same time,” Clara said.
“It takes a minute to get used to the extra sensations.”
Clara took a deep breath then smiled.
“What do I do?” she asked.
“Whatever you want!” I laughed.
In a daze, Clara looked around the room for a moment.
“How do I move her?” she asked.
“The same way you move your right and left arm. You just…decide to do it.”
Clara looked at me as if deep in thought. She smiled, looked away, then smiled at me again as I saw her double climb out of the bath.
“I can feel the water,” Clara said. “That’s incredible.”
“You’ll feel a lot more than that,” I said. I lifted Clara’s dress from her shoulders and forced each side down her arms, pulling her against me.
“Harry, you’re so commanding when you’ve had a successful day.” She forced her tongue against mine and backed me against my desk.
“I want you to suck my cock,” I said. I took her breast in my hand and pressed my lips to her neck.
“Yes sir, what else,” she said, ripping the buttons from my shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
“Have you done what I asked yet?” I spanked her through her dress. “Have you sucked my cock?” I lifted her dress and spanked her again,
“No sir, I haven’t sucked your cock yet, sir.” She undid my pants.
“Then don’t ask for more instructions yet.” I grabbed her dress with both hands, bunched as it was around her hips, and used it to pull Clara against me. She wiggled, grinned, and as she took my cock in her hand, I noticed her double standing still by the wall.
“Darling,” I said. “Are you going to…”
“Hmm?”
“She’s ready, just to be clear. Totally ready.”
“Oh, I know. I just don’t really need her right now.” She kissed me and stroked my cock, hand over hand. “Sir.”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, for the sake of the experiment. Best to incorporate your new body.” I kissed her back, still gripping her by the dress around her waist.
“You just have fewer…accessories.” She kissed my neck then moved back to my mouth. “You have your cock. I love your cock,” she said, enthusiastically stroking it with both hands. “Your big, strong, strapping cock. But I’m taking care of it already?” Suddenly realizing a new opportunity, she moved one hand to cup my balls as she stroked.
“Maybe I could make it an order?”
Clara shrugged and nodded, and I told her that I wanted both her and her double to suck my cock at once.
My wife got down on her knees, glancing up at me through a few strands of hair hanging across her forehead. Then her double sat on her knees next to her, her wet hair pulled straight back. I watched my wife’s breast brush innocently against the breast of her double.
Clara held my cock between her two faces, began to touch it to her lips, then stopped.
“How should I…you want me…us, to suck you at the same time?” She looked a bit perplexed.
“Well, not suck, per se. Just use both your mouths.”
“It’s not like there’s two ends.”
“Side to side, though. Like playing two sides of a harmonica.”
Clara positioned herselves and gently pressed both sets of lips against my cock. She moved side to side, caressing every inch and occasionally slipping her tongue along my shaft. She glanced up at me, her two sets of doe eyes.
“Like this?” my wife asked. “Like this, sir?” she asked through her double. I moaned and nodded.
After a few moments, Clara began to wrap her lips around the tip. She’d tease me there, then move back to the side, but eventually make her way back to the tip. She held her breasts in her palms as she took more of me into her mouth and I tilted my head back as she began to suck.
But then I realized that the double was sidelined again.
“Darling,” I panted. “If the experiment is going to work, we really have to include your double.”
Clara drew her head back and stroked me with her hand.
“Oh, sorry. How should…”
“You could take turns,” I suggested.
Clara nodded, but didn’t seem convinced.
“But still one mouth at a time?” she asked.
“It’s worth a shot,” I said.
Clara took me into her mouth for a few wonderful moments, then passed my cock to her double, who did the same. They did this for a few minutes, alternating between their identical mouths, but soon Clara found her own rhythm and began sucking faster, more vigorously. Her double was again unoccupied.
“Darling,” I nudged her.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said. “I just don’t have a job for her right now.” Clara thought for a moment, still stroking me. “Do you want her to play with your asshole?”
“No, not exactly,” I said, alarmed.
“I’m sorry, I think I just don’t understand the point of a threesome with two women.”
I reached over to pull the double to her feet. I pulled her in for a deep kiss, held her bare chest against mine, and used my other hand to guide Clara’s mouth back to my cock. I felt her moan through both mouths. I felt the double’s wet pussy against my hip. I knew I couldn’t last much longer.
“I’m going to cum,” I moaned.
“Cum, sir.”
“I’m going to cum.”
“Yes, sir. Cum, sir.”
I lowered the double to her knees and took my cock in my hand.
“I want to cum all over your beautiful tits.”
“All four?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“Oh,” Clara hesitated. “Well I thought, as long as we have the double…”
“Baby, hurry, please.”
“I wasn’t going to shower tonight. I thought you could finish on her.”
“The experiment, please baby, the experiment.”
Clara nodded. Of course, of course. She and her double wrapped their arms around each other for a tight hug, their ample breasts rising between them. They looked up at me chastley—one might even say coquettishly—and let my cum drip down their identical cleavage.

F/F (both late 30s) Oral on a Couch

I heard her keys unlock the deadbolt and her foot kick the front door open. There was a rustling of bags and I hoped she had gone to the grocery store as I left my tiny home office, our second bedroom converted into a space for my desk and the overflow of her clothing, to greet her.

“Honey I’m home!” she called, playfully. She did this every time she came home, and it never got old. I loved hearing her voice.

“Hi!” I said, walking into the kitchen, delighted at the vision of her setting the grocery bags down on the counter next to the fridge.

“My love you’re here!” she exclaimed and threw her arms around me.

I laughed, hugging her, replying with, “Of course, where would I be?”

She slid her hands, over my shoulders, then back up again, fingers tracing my collarbone before slipping down to the tops of my breasts, a big grin spreading across her face. “Oh I don’t know, maybe you also had some sexy grocery plans.”

“My grocery plans were I hoped you’d go, so thank you. I’ll put them away.” I said, kissing her neck.

The Show Outside The Club [26F, 27M, 18+][Exhibitionism, Couple/Group]

We walk through the doors of the club and into the calm, cool night, our hearts still beating in time with the music.
I feel the warmth of blood rushing to my face and the slight pull of my nipples hardening. Noticing this, your eyes quickly dart my chest and I can see the front of your pants swell. You raise your hand and gently brush your fingers against my red cheek. Just your touch makes my stomach flutter. Your fingers slide up to my scalp, twisting and twirling my hair, the fluttering in my stomach drops lower.
“I want you now,” I lean in to whisper, however the loud, club music pouring from the venue results into something loud enough for the bouncer to hear. An omniscient grin creeps across his face, he knows what the night has in store for us.
Your hands are now sliding down my body, feeling my curves and the fabric of my skintight tight dress. I see your thick arms still glistening with sweat from our night of flirtatious dancing. I have the sudden urge to lick your bicept, to taste your sweat. I consider it as your hands slide lower and more slowly down my body. Lower as I notice the bouncer’s frequent glances at our actions. Even lower as I start to move my mouth towards your skin. Before I can part my lips and act on my urge, I feel both your hands firmly grab my ass, pulling my dress up a little as a result.
The bouncer notices this too. I can see you glance at him as you pull the fabric up a little more and slip your hands underneath, showing my cheeks while you do. With our bodies pressed against each other there is no chance for you to hide your hardness. Feeling your hard dick against my leg causes me to gush wetness, instantly soaking through the lace of my thong. Its been a long night of grinding, dancing and sweating, all I want is your cock inside me. The hotel seems so far away and our ride won’t be here for another 17 minutes. More than enough time to release..
You must be reading my thoughts, or perhaps you also feel this intense desire, because you slide your hand to the front of my body, pull my panties aside and find my soft lips. Your eyes widen a little and you smile, I know I must be dripping wet. The little panties I wore have not done anything to contain my horniness. On more than one occasion tonight I could feel my own juices on my thighs and was worried about leaving a spot on you while we danced. However, if I did, you didn’t seem to notice or mind, judging by how your dick stayed hard nearly the whole night, leaking pre-cum.
People have been watching us the entire time and it seemed to fuel our lust even more. We both looked great on the floor and the envious, hungry eyes upon us increased our desire for each other. Even outside the club now in the late, quiet hours of night, privacy is absent. The bouncer nearing the end of his shift behind me is not the only one with front row seats. At some point a group of girls appeared on the opposite side of the entrance and have been standing around, stealing glances and giggling for a few minutes now. I’m not sure you see them, your hands and attention seem to be occupied. I know they would like to see more, and it’s probably not me they really want to see. Following your lead, I swiftly move my hand down and very quickly undo the button of your pants before you can tell me no.
Immediately you pause, I can tell you are about to protest but at the same moment, you notice the giggling girls. Understanding my intentions, your caressing resumes as if to tell me I may continue with my plans. I reach into your pants excited and determined, your lips on my neck urging me on. My hand is quick to find you rock hard and throbbing, it’s almost surprising. I close my hand around your cock firmly. The softest moan escapes your mouth and I feel your teeth nibble on my neck. I move your penis up towards your waste band and tuck it under your shirt.
Meanwhile your fingers aren’t able to stay away for long and are back to work teasing my swollen clit. I can’t help myself, I need to show you off. looking over at the girls, it’s almost like they’re waiting for it. I wink and slowly lift up your shirt expecting a rock hard cock that is now leaking in excess. It’s obvious they like what they see. One girl is facing us and is dressed the most revealing, a small crop top and short skirt. I remember her from inside she danced very well and with louder than all of her friends.
Looking at her now I notice that she is touching herself right there, while standing next to her friends.
Only outside her skirt, but she she is quick to notice me watching and slips her hand underneath.
I motion towards the slutty girl fingering herself and your dick pulsates in my hand. I stroke you a little harder and in better view for the girls. Another girl, skinny, black haired and average, looks over at us and then at her friend. After looking back nearly three times she seems to muster a little courage and her hand disappears into her pants. The remaining two girls have not stopped giggling and blushing, switching glances between us and their friends, their panties undoubtedly are soaked through.
Crop top girl is no longer trying to be discreet. Her skirt is failing to keep anything secret and we see she is using three fingers to pleasure herself now. She reaches over to giggling friend number one, a curvy red head wearing a tight strapless dress with wedged heals, and grabs her breast. The red head looks shocked for a moment but it’s clear that she enjoys this and in response grabs the fourth friends breast. She is a tall, slender and athletic looking with straight blonde hair. Her legs look long and sexy in her short dark blue club dress.