Las Vegas Lust

Rhiannon proposed a oast, as we touched glasses, sitting in the gondola.

"To the most magical night of my life, and to you Roger, for providing it to me."

"Rhiannon my dear, the pleasure is mutual, this IS a wonderful night, and here I am, in the company of a most beautiful lady, and, so very happy. I could never had dreamed that this would be, never. And, my dear Rhiannon, the night is still young."


It seemd the most natural thing in the world then to kiss her, not the heavy passionate tongue thrusts of sexual union.
But a tender kiss, a moment in time, shared by two people, lovers almost, who knew exactly what the coming night would bring. After the kiss, I held her close, gently licking her earlobe, and flicking my tongue in it, before whispering softly.

"I know that we are supposed to go to the Tropicana, and watch all those half naked bodies on the stage Rhiannon. To be honest, they hold no interest for me, you, and only you are what I want to see, and hold. Shall we cancel the Tropicana, and go back to our suite, and the jacuzzi that I know you are so looking forward to my dear? Not too mention the strawberries, and the champagne on ice."
 
Rhiannon was a tad disappointed when he suggested that they cancel the rest of their plans for the evening and retreat already to their suite. However, she knew that he had already given her so much tonight, and she could ask for no more. To the suite it was, and the wondrous things they would do there.

She simply nodded her approval, drinking down the wine and enjoying it's taste.

She snuggled closer to Roger, if that was possible and placed her head on his broad shoulder, licking his neck and his adam's apple lightly. After she made his skin damp with her tongue, she blew air lightly over it, sending goosebumps up his spine.
 
She just nodded her approval, and I began to think that I had made an error.
As she stared licking my neck. I wondered if she knew what a turn on that was for me. I held her close, and then spoke again.

"No, I think that I am maybe wrong, I premised my lovely lady a show, and a club afterwards, it would be remiss of me not to keep my promise. After all, we have all night togther I hope Rhiannon."[/i]

She cuddled closer, and I spoke once more.

"Tell me Rhiannon, would it be possible for you to get the weekend off? So that we can spend more time together, I would hate to have to go home, and have only spent such a short time with you."
 
Again he changed his mind, deciding now to keep the plans he had made, but also offering to spend the weekend with her, if she could arrange to be off. Hmm, take the weekend off? For a man she just met? Rhiannon thought it over, it was extremely tempting. However, he was the one on holiday here, she had bills to pay, and the she knew there was a large sum of money to be made over the weekend. She thought of her winnings earlier at the Mirage and wondered if it would be possible.

"Well Roger, how's this, I will attempt to secure some time off. We do not have to do anything else tonight if you do not want to, we will have the whole weekend to entertain ourselves. I will take you to one of my favourite places, The Crazy Horse. Also I'll get us some tickets to see Lexi in Midnight Fantasy at the Luxor. I think I get free passes for being an employee...I've never really asked before."

She was quiet again for a while as she cuddled to him, kissing the soft flesh of his neck, running the stud in her tongue over the vein that brought him life and up to the lobe of his ear. She flicked it lightly with her barbell and then began to suck on it softly. As she heard the gondolier stop singing, she knew their ride was over. She bit Roger's earlobe softly and extracted herself from his arms.

As she climbed out of the gondola, everyone, Roger, the gondolier, everyone got a flash of her sweet round ass cheeks and shiny black thong. She smiled thinking about it and turned to Roger to add one last comment.

"This is your holiday, and I am here merely to enjoy it with you. We shall do whatever it is you please. If that is to retire to our sweet for now, then that is what we shall do."

She smiled, waiting patiently for his answer.
 
"Well Roger, how's this, I will attempt to secure some time off. We do not have to do anything else tonight if you do not want to, we will have the whole weekend to entertain ourselves. I will take you to one of my favourite places, The Crazy Horse. Also I'll get us some tickets to see Lexi in Midnight Fantasy at the Luxor. I think I get free passes for being an employee...I've never really asked before."

I wanted to answer her, but could not, the things she was doing to my ear was wonderful.
Sadly the ride had to end, and we stepped from the gondola, with the gondolier casting admiring glances at Rhiannon.
This did not bother me, as she was with me, and not him.

"This is your holiday, and I am here merely to enjoy it with you. We shall do whatever it is you please. If that is to retire to our sweet for now, then that is what we shall do."

"Merely to enjoy it with me, oh no Rhiannon, we enjoy it together. Dont forget, tomorrow I will arrange for the cash you won to be ready at the bank.
That is your money, every cent. As for tonight, we will compromise, and go to the Palms, where we can dance and have fun. Build up an appetite for later eh? Leaving the weekend free for the show at the Luxor, and maybe even a Grand Canyoy trip too."


I grinned at her, certain that she understood my meaning.
We walked to the limo hand in hand.

"The Palms Charles."
 
She made a bit of a face at the mention of money. She was not sure that she could take his money, I mean, she just pushed the buttons, it was his money in the machine, right? This was too serious a line of thought for right now. She put it out of her head as she climbed into the limo and cranked up the stereo.

She jammed out a bit on the short ride to the Palms. She was slightly disappointed that it was only Wednesday, and the fantastic Rain nightclub would not be open. However, Ghostbar was really just as nice, less crowded, and nothing could compare to the view. Rhiannon had worked at the Palms, on the gaming floor, for a short while and couldn't help but wonder what her ex-coworkers would think seeing her there with Roger. 'They'll probably think I turned Pro, as is not uncommon in this town,' she thought to herself not really caring.

Charles opened the limo door and Rhi let Roger step out first. He held his hand out to her like a true gentleman and helped her out of the vehicle. She looked up at the fantastic resort and smiled widely. They were going to have a fantastic time.

Running through the lobby, practically dragging Roger behind her, Rhiannon caught an empty elevator just as the doors were closing and only the two of them stepped in. She giggled that evil laugh he had come to know so well and placed her body between him and the security camera, her hand quickly finding it's way to his pants. She began to kiss him deeply, the hungry wet kiss of a lover starved for attention, as she groped at his manhood through his slacks.

Ding!

The elevator had arrived at the fifty-fifth floor. Rhiannon raked a hand through her long hair and strutted confidently through the open doors, knowing he couldn't help but stand and watch her for a moment. The pulsing music could be heard already.
 
The kiss in the elevator, as we ride up to the Ghostbar is awesome. I can feel her fingers around my cock, rubbing it. I want to stop the elvator, and take her against the wall, with her leg up on the handrail. But all too soon we are there, and she runs her fingers through her hair, flouncing off the the bar. Teasing me by wiggling her ass at me. I am struggling to conceal my raging hard on as I catch up with her, smacking her on the ass lightly, as she laughs.

"You Rhiannon are a naughty girl, did you know that? But then again, thats what I love about you."

I take hold of he rhnd, as we enter the throbbing bar.
 
Roger holds Rhiannons hand as they enter the bar. It is now almost midnight, and the bar is a bit busy. She can not help but begin to move her body to the pulsating beat. She kisses Roger's cheek and asks him to get her a cocktail as she heads to the dance floor.

When he returns, she is not hard to spot. She dances alone, and stands out in the crowd - as if there is an aura around her that the others can not penetrate. He returns to her side, handing her a Malibu and Pineapple as they begin to dance. She stands in front of him, her heels making her just a tad shorter than him. Her ass brushes up against him as she gyrates to the rhythm. She really can dance.

An hour or so passes like this, her dancing enthusiastically before him, moving her body lewdly against his. She showcases all of her assets well and continues to excite him as they dance to a mix of fast and slow songs. Finally she mentions that her feet are a bit tired and they should take a break from dancing.
 
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The bar was fantastic, really jumping, and Rhiannon as a dancer, wow, she knocks me out.

Rubbing up against me, pressing that subtle body into me, it is awesome. Then she tires, with her feet aching.
So we walk to a table, with my arm around her, and we sit, sipping our drinks. SHe is so happy though, and I suspect that maybe she never dreamed that this might happen to her. One thing I do know, is that she has made my stay in Vegas, the best thing i have done for years.

"Can I just say Rhiannon, how much I am enjoying tonight, being here ih Vegas, but most of all. Being here with you."

I kiss her lips, tenderly, softly brushing my tongue against them, and then whisper in her ear.

"I have an idea my darling, if your feet are tired, maybe we should go to our suite in the Mirage, and you can rest them in the jacuzzi. While I serve you strawberries and pink champagne. Does that sound inviting Rhiannon?"
 
While enjoying the atmosphere of Ghost Bar at their little table, Rhiannon luxuriates in Roger's company. She snuggles to him, sipping her expensive cocktail. When he suggests that they head to the suite, she has mixed emotions over it. While the idea of being fed strawberries while sipping champagne in a jacuzzi does rather entice her, there is something nagging at the back of her mind. This is probably the best night of her life, a man has never taken the effort to show her a great time like this. She isn't ready to let it end yet.

With a wicked smile, she remembers their fun near the volcano, and again in the limo and decides that returning to the suite is not nearly the end. So she speaks softly to him.

"That sounds fantastic my dear Roger. It is off to the Mirage then...."


With that Roger has the bartender call down for their driver and the two of them make their way casually to the elevator. Rhiannon was born to wear heels, but she the wine and cocktails have gone to her head and she is a little shaky as she presses against him, happy to see that again they are alone in the lift for the fifty-five floor descent.

Her perfect round breasts press heartily against him, showing an excellent view of her fantastic cleavage. She leans her head back, exposing all of her tender neck as she looks at herself in the mirrored ceiling.

"So what other terrible things have you in mind for the hotel? Do keep in mind, suite or no suite, we have to be considerate of our neighbors."

She giggles at the thought and waits for his response.
 
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"So what other terrible things have you in mind for the hotel? Do keep in mind, suite or no suite, we have to be considerate of our neighbors."

I grin at her, before leaning forward, and kissing her slender neck. Licking, and sucking at her satin like skin. My hand sliding between Rhiannon`s legs, as he moves slightly to accomodate me.
Pulling aside her wet thong, I can tell that she is so ready, I am so ready myself now, God I never felt this horny ever. Wanting her so badly, my fingers slip inside, I hear her gasp, as she grips them. Damn but I so want to fuck her in the elevator, but know I must not, cannot, it is too risky.

Sadly, I have to retrieve my finger, letting her lick it, as we separate, when the elevator slows.

Charles is waiting in the lobby, and leads us to the limo once more. The moment that he closes the door, we are all over each other.
me kissing her, squeezing her qonderful tits. I feel her hand on my cock, God I cant stand this. We kiss again, deeply, passionately, but have to stop as we feel the car slowing, and know we are at our final destination.
The exotic and wonderful Murage Resort Hotel

Both of us are on fire, aware that this night will be like no other for us, and we practically run to the desk, where I ask for the key to our suite.
 
Rhiannon can barely contain herself. The excitement is coursing through her body like hot white electricity. As they arrive once more at the luxurious Mirage Resort Hotel and Casino, she follows Roger at his quick, run-like pace to the front desk.

It is obvious to the clerk that the lady is in a good mood, having imbibed some alcohol that evening. Rhiannon draws some attention as she lewdly leans her back against the front desk, kicking one heel up against the marble. She looks like a provocative, classy tramp, running her hands all over Roger's arms and chest as the clerk quickly gets the key and hands it over.

Key in hand, Roger is quick to start off for the elevator, but Rhiannon lingers a moment more. She steamily presses the tips of her fingers to her ruby red lips and blows the clerk a quick kiss of thanks. She is on fire. Quickly she scampers off after Roger, catching him and throwing her arms around his neck from behind, lavishing him with a flurry of tiny kisses and soft nips.

Another elevator awaits them, but this time there is an attendee. Standing close to her companion, Rhiannon eyes the young bell hop as Roger requests the proper floor. She backs up slowly, deliberately taking one tiny slow step after another until Roger is pressed against the far wall of the elevator with Rhiannon's tight ass pressed against his ragingly hard cock. Her eyes never leave the bellhop as she stands silently, waiting for the ding of their arrival at the correct floor.
 
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As we ride the elevator, to our Tower Suite, on the 27th floor, Rhiannon teases me terribly. Pressing her sweet tight ass against my hard on. If only the bell boy had not been there,, her skirt would be up, and my cock be all wet and warm. I so want to put my arms around her, and hold those gorgeous tits, but No I cannot, not here.

We leave the elevator and enter our suite, even I am amazedwhen I see it, it is prefect, luxurious, wonderful, I think to myself. Rhiannon meanwhile is dancing around touching everything, almost whooping with joy.

"Oh Roger look at this, Oh My God Roger, its fabulous. have you seen... Oh MY Fucking God.........."

Ehiannon says, as she disappears into the Master bathroom

I notice that the strawberries ,and ice bucket with the champagne, are ready on the table.
She whoops again louder this time.
Then, just for a few seconds all is quiet, I hear a splashing noise, as she calls to me.

"Oh Roger, come here darling, come see what Rhiannon has for you."

With a somewhat puzzled look on my face, I enter the master bathroom.
 
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The room was amazing, tastefully suited with all the right accessories and luxuries. As Rhiannon entered the Master Bedroom she could not believe this was happening to her. Just a few months ago she was changing the sheets on a King Size bed overflowing with 300 count sheets, tons of pillows and a beautiful goose down comforter. She could not help but to plop herself into the warm embrace of the soft bed thinking of all the terribly naughty things she would be doing there later.

She smiled to herself, climbing off the bed and peeling off her boots, leaving them in the entryway to the bedroom. Next she took off her thin white silk tank and threw it across the slightly rumpled bed. She ran her hands up her flat stomach and over her the soft black lace of her expensive brazierre. Caressing her left breast as she strode slowly through the room she reached back with her right hand and unhooked the restraining device. Now her bra lay on the floor between the bed and the doorway to the Master bath.

As she opened the doorway to the bathroom, she could not help but squeal in absolute delight. This bathroom was nearly as big as her whole apartment. To one side was a giant whirlpool jacuzzi, filled to the brim and already bubbling and steaming. Rhiannon quickly shimmied out of her tight black skirt, leaving it on the handle to the bathroom door. She closed the door almost all the way, peeled off her tiny black thong and lied it on the steps leading into the jacuzzi. Her thigh-hi's, she simply rolled and threw on the floor in crumpled little balls. All she cared about was sinking her luscious body in that water.

She called out to him, loudly, to be sure her voice would carry through the large suite.

"Oh Roger, come here darling, come see what Rhiannon has for you." She teased him with her voice and luxuriated in the relaxing, swirling waters of the tub. Her hair, she piled loosely on top of her head and fastened there in an attempt to keep it dry. Playfully, she let her hand slip beneath the waters to find its way between her legs. Expertly she ran the tip of her finger over her engorged clit thinking of his delicious accent and waiting for her strawberries.
 
"Oh Roger, come here darling, come see what Rhiannon has for you."

Hearing her call me from the bathroom, I remember the jacuzzi she had specifically wanted. I smile, realising she is probably in it now, naked, and waiting to be served her treats. I look at the ice bucket, next to it sits a silver tray, with two champagne flutes, and a small towel.

It is obvious what I must do, and I strip naked, my cock still hard and bouncing from Rhiannon`s teasing in the elevator. I place the champagne next to the glasses, and alongside a small bowl, that I fill with ripe succulent strawberries.

"Roger, where are you? I have something wonderful here for you darling."

"That makes two of us"
I think to myself, chuckling softly.

Placing the small white monogrammed Mirage towel over my hard cock.
I slowly walk to the bathroom door, carrying the tray, and balancing the towel as carefully as I can.

Opening the door, I see her tiny skirt hanging from the handle. My eyes move to the jacuzzi, where her thong lies on the steps.

It takes a moment to adjust to the steam, and see her clearly, those beautiful tits on the surface, her dark brown nipples, being covered and uncovered by the bubbles. She has one hand on the marble edge of the jacuzzim, the other I cannot see. I approach carefully, and stand above her, smiling down in to her eyes.

"And how can I be of service to madam?"

Grinning, I hold the corner of the towel, and flip it aside, revealing my hard and oh so ready cock to her.
 
Rhiannon hears the creak of the bathroom door as it opens and the sight before her eyes is unbelievable. Roger stands naked before her for the first time, a towel hanging impressively over his rigid manhood. As he approaches her, the height of the jacuzzi, up three steps from the floor, and her angle make his towel exactly eye level.

She eyes the treats he has brought for her just as he flips the towel aside to reveal to her his throbbing cock. She only hesitates a moment, long enough to hear his words before engulfing it into her hot wet mouth.

"How may I be of service to you Madam."

She withdraws his cock from her the warm folds of her throat and with her lips resting against it's head she mutters words to him softly.

"Well...you work on the champagne bottle, and I'll work on you. Whichever pops first will decide what we do next."

She giggles as she lays her head back against the marble, tongueing his dick from underneath it. This angle gives him a fantastic view of her taut body stretched out above and below the bubbling water. Her tits rise and fall heavily, dark brown nipples teasingly poking out of the water and then hiding beneath it again.

She works his cock expertly again, sinking it into her throat from this very different angle awaiting one pop or another....
 
"How may I be of service to you Madam."

I hardly get the words out, and Rhiannon has my cock in her mouth, sucking furiously. She stuns me,so much so, that I almost drop the tray, but, I am not compaining.
It feels wonderful, and seeing her tits bounce in and out of the water is just awesome. She stops for a moment, gripping me firmly in her hand.

"Well...you work on the champagne bottle, and I'll work on you. Whichever pops first will decide what we do next."


Work on it! I cannot even lift it right now, I am in heaven. I manage to reach, and steady the tray, placing on the top step. I then have one hand on her head, pumping it up and down, and one on the edge of the jauzzi, steadying myself.

This is so fucking awesome, I cannot believe it is happening to me.

"Oh my God Rhiannon,"
I say"If you keep this up, you wil get the cream before the strawberries."

I see her eyes light up, as an idea flashes into my mind.

Picking up a ripe strawberry, I bite a piece out, and chew it. Then, grinning I hold it close to Rhiannan`s head.

The lady SHALL have ger strawberries and cream after all.
 
Strawberries and cream was exactly Rhiannon's intentions. The ripe red strawberry so close to her face was like a carrot on a stick only encouraging her to pump her head faster on his cock.


As she plunged the full length of his pole into her face, she felt him begin to twich and knew her prize was close. She continued impaling her head on his crotch until she felt the first jet of come graze her throat. With a sudden movement, she arched her back, splashing her tits out of the gurgling water and pulled his cock from her lips.

The result was exactly as she desired. She had a heaving chest covered in delicious come and a whole bucket of strawberries with which to scoop it up. She enticely stretched her tits higher in the air, her nipples like little diamonds they were so hard. She held her mouth open, "ahh." She was just waiting to be fed.
 
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I cannot believe how exciting this is, the heat, the steam, my cock in Rhiannon`s mouth.
I know that I cant hold on as she sucks furiously, her head bobbing up and down like a Jack Hammer.
I come, hard, very hard into her mouth.
She stands, freeing my cock and pointing it at her body. Fucking awesome it looks as I splash her tits and neck, seeing my some on her lips, trickling out.

I am panting, breathing hard, and she opens her mouth, saying only

"ahh."

I know what she wants, and slide the strawberry into her mouth, onto my cock cream that nestles on her tongue. I watch, as she chews and sucks, then her hand pointing at the berries, she wants more!

I grab one, rub it on her tits, where my come lies slowly sliding down, then again, her mouth is open. As she eats I take another berry, and rub it on her tit, and I eat it, So fucking hot, I am dilerious almost.

I look at this gorgeous sexy creature, pull her head close, and whisper in her ear.

"Now it is my turn for dessert, sit on the top step, and spread them darlin Rhiannon. I want to sample strawberries and honey."

She grins wickedly, and moves to take up her position.
 
The straberries are delicious, and she trembles when she hears his next request.

"Now it is my turn for dessert, sit on the top step, and spread them darlin Rhiannon. I want to sample strawberries and honey."


God that accent drives her wild.

She complies, but not entirely.

She quickly swishes her body beneath the water washing of his badge of passion.

Rhiannon's entire body glistens as she steps out of the water. As the steam parts around her, it is like a Mirage.

She grasps the champagne bottle firmly, lewdly running her left hand up and down it slowly while her right deftly frees the corkspring.

"Duck!"

She calls out recklessly as she takes aim at the part of the room with the least breakables, the wall behind the jacuzzi.

"POP"

The cock to the expensive champagne goes off like a gunshot, shooting the stopper right past Roger. It actually hit him very lightly after it bounced off the wall and fell harmlessly in the pool.

Rhiannon is giggling happily now, having enjoyed shooting the foam off like another fantastic ejaculation she has caused.

She quickly fills the two crystal flutes and seats herself daintily on the edge of the top step, knees together.

She lets her raven hair fall free over her shoulders, raking a hand through it as she naughtily flashes Roger little glimpses of her sweet tender womanhood.

She moves the strawberries closer and, leaning back just a little, pulls it into her mouth.

Roger can't tear his eyes away from her plump lips massaging the strawberry. 'She isn't biting it,' her realizes. 'She's sucking on it!'
As he is enjoying the show, Rhiannon parts her legs ever so slowly.
 
I stand there, naked , and emthralled, watching a s she teases me, sucking on a strawberry, before opning the champagne.

She keeps giving me glimpses of her wet pink center, teasing me even more.

I hold my glass of champagne, watching her legs part, an idea forming in my mind.

I put down the glass, and take a strawberry, biting off a piece of to chew, before I settle between her legs.
One hand parting her lips, the other running the exposed flesh of the berry in her juices
up and down coating it, then coating her lips in strawberry and juice. I offer it to her mouth, and she takes it freedily.

Mmmm Rhiannon, I thought that you might like that, but, I will tell you something now, strawberies give me a mighty thirst love.
Just move a little, I want that pussy high, in the air almost love."


She wiggles forward, leaning back a little more, and I sip my champagne, but I do not dirnk it.

I go down to her, spreading her pussy as wide as I can. and using my mouth, spray the champagne into her. She cries out, as the bubbles explode inside her.
I cover her with my mouth, sucking and licking at the wine, drawing it from her, oion as she screams out in surprise.
 
Rhiannon cries out in surprise, she can not believe what is happening to her. The champagne bubbles explode inside her quivering twat, she can barely control herself as she grinds her wet warm pussy on Roger's face as her sucks the her juice like a fine wine.

Oh wait, she thinks, it is. Cool. She revels in the absolutely ecstacy his tongue is bringing to her. His hunger is not yet saited as he picks up a particularly large strawberry, and rubs in against her moist folds.

The texture of the fruit is a very interesting sensation as it brushes against her opening and then she feels pressure as it is pressed into her. She struggles to catch her breath as she realizes that the fruit is lodged inside her tight sex.

Looking at Roger, she spots that wild domineering look in his eyes as he lowers his head to her sacred valley. She can feel his tongue pressing into her, probing the honey coated strawberry.

As his hands come up t her ass, pressing her harder against him, he begins to suck on her twat, pulling the strawberry closer to him. She can not control herself, her chest is heaving, she is on the brink of an intense orgasm.

The very tip of the strawberry can be seen poking out of Rhiannon's delectible opening and Roger grabs it with his teeth, sensing her impending explosion.

As the bulbous end of the fruit is suddenly ripped from her tight hole and she is left empty, Rhianno cries out in absolute abandon.

As she lie on the edge of the top step of the jacuzzi, just her legs in the water with her British lover, she feels him inch closer. For a kiss she presumes and leans into him as well.

Those plump juicy lips he loves so much part a little when touched by the wet fruit, but only a little. He pushes against her, spreading her mouth around the deliciously red fruit soaked in her love juice.

Noting what he has given her, Rhiannon suckles the red treat only a moment before eating it hungrily.

"Wow." Is the only thing she can manage to say as she sinks back into the gurgling waters, and Roger's arms. This time, she forgets all about her hair and it pools around her, slicking to her deeply tanned body.

She snuggles to him, enjoying the moment, looking like a perfect water nymph, or some kind of dream in this smoky room. It is unbelievable, unreal, and positively amazing.
 
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She slips back into the water, and into my arms, as we kiss deeply, tongues entwined, tasting, sucking, battling in a deep passionate embrace.

I feel her legs come up around my waist
knowing that she wants me
inside her

fucking her

pounding her wet open twat

My hand moves under the water, and I hold my cock
rubbing it against her slit
pushing, as she lowers herself

sliding deep into her pussy.
We start to fuck, slowly at first, building it up
she bites my neck, teeth gripping, making me thrust harder
deeper
this is so fucking good, I cannot believe it is happening to me.
 
As Roger continues to slide in and out of her pussy causing the swirling waters to splash over the sides of the pool, Rhiannon can feel herself about to come again. She braces against the jacuzzi side and lets the orgasm roll through her body.

Knowing her lover is not spent yet, she teasingly pulls her body away and stands, as if to exit the bubbling spa of love. She extends her lovely body over the side of the tub with her perfect round ass practically in Roger's face. Suggestively she wiggles it back and forth waiting paitently, bent awkwardly over the side of the jacuzzi.

Rhiannon shakes her long wet hair over her shoulders and looks back at him. The slick hair matter to her seductive body is a vision to behold.

"I know how much you like my little ass, so I thought I'd show it off for you."

With that, she wiggles it back and forth a little more, throwing in a jiggle or two, the way strippers do.

"What do you think?"

She smiles that wicked smile while she waits for him.
 
She pulls away from me, and turns, to bend over the jacuzzi, looking back at me, and grinning wickedly.

"I know how much you like my little ass, so I thought I'd show it off for you. What do you think?"


She smiles and wiggles her sweet ass at me.

"Oh I will show you what I think Rhiannon"

I say, slapping it playfully, and hearing the soft moaning sound she makes.
I move in, positioning my cock against her entrance, then slide back into her delicious love cave. Feeling her gripping my shaft, my hands under her, touching her swinging tits, and playing with her nipples.

I tis so good, I grab her ass cheeks, steadying them then start to pound into her, slapping a rhythm out on her cheeks.
Faster now, fucking her as she moans, one hand grabbing at her hair, pulling on it. forcing her head back.
the other hand on her ass, thumb pressing against her little star button.

Wanting more and more of this vixen.
 
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