And it seemed to be working. Amateur porn I had a black, lacy bra on top that was barely concealed underneath a short leather jacket. He was chomping at the bit, but was obviously holding back. He pressed his tip towards my hole and I felt his need to shove it it and blindly pound me, but he teased me at first. Big hands crept onto the dance floor and whispered something into my partners ear. The angle of his dick in this position was sublime, the force of our fucking was fast and hard. He had big hands, his jaw was sculpted and his arms were taunt. Spoiled, inexperienced. I’m sure he wasn’t expecting to be so fortunate, I was crawling on the bed, arching my back and letting gravity play with my breasts. We danced, and I got his name, Josh. The bed was king size, enough room for a party and then some. The sultry vibes I gave off were natural, I was conservative in the daytime, always professional. He was unbuckling my belt with one hand, rubbing my through my tights. The party was in yet another mansion-type of house, with marble floors and expensive cars in the driveway.
