”Karen found them a table with the usual padded bench seat. She ordered a double drink while John stayed with pop. She lay sideways on the bench and began sucking on his cock. He fingered her pussy looking around at people on the dance floor or in various stages of fucking.A few recognized her and said hello. “Can I eat that great looking pussy?” A woman asked.“Be my guest,” John replied. His cock swelled even more in Karen’s mouth as he watched the woman eating her pussy.“Thank you, honey, for making my pussy ready for fucking,” Karen said asking her to move and going to her back. She invited John between her legs and pressed his thick cock to her hole. He began humping, quicker than normal, anticipating getting to fuck other women.“Slow down, tiger, I know you’re anxious.” He slowed his pace and she pushed to meet every thrust.One guy came by, watched while stroking his cock. “It would be a waste of good cum if you shoot into your hand,” she said. Karen had John sit, impaled her. "Hey!" she said, "I was about to go dance." She often played these games with me, acting as if we were only friends but we had already admitted our feelings to one another some time ago. I walked up to her, unsure of myself slowly running my hands across her tummy to find her lower back and her arse. I gave it a light squeeze, her smile disappeared as she saw right through me. She knew.She kissed me so hard. Electricity rushed through all my fibres, exciting my unseen areas. Next was just a haze, we found ourselves in the bathroom together in a single cubicle. It was hot pink and already so hot. I could hear glasses clinking together and girls chatting about with camera phones snapping away. Those noises faded as we began kissing heavily again. Her hands fell over my body grazing my B cup breasts down to the hem of my black dress, pushing me up against the wall before the warmth of her fingertips found my secret, already wet seeping through my knickers. It just got wetter. I grabbed.
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