Watching him Salsa dance was mesmerising, he'd always been athletic and had some moves but now. Now he moved with a purpose, every step every twirl all designed to evoke emotion.
You watched him eyes unfocused as he danced to the beat. At the line "all night long" when he ripped off his black shirt, you imagined licking the sweat running down his bare chest. You shook yourself, reminding yourself that there was a time and a place for such thoughts.
Cheers filled the room as he finished dancing. You stood excusing yourself from the row, mumbling apologies as you passed and scurried backstage to the dressing rooms. You passed security with a smile and dip of the head, familiar with the staff. You made your way down the long velceted carpet floor.
Stopping at the black door which held his name on a polished gold plauxke, you gave a gentle knock and called out your name. The door opened to a beaming Robert, shirt splayed opened, revealing glistening abs that panted in exhaustion. He grinned and tugged you inside, shutting the door and pressing you against it. Lips hungrily pressed against yours, tounge flicking against yours begging for permission. Dazed you returned with equal fevour. His thick hands roamed your sides, trying to touch you all at once. Yours wound around his neck pulling slightly at his short blond hair elicting a quiet moan.
Pulling back, he gasped at you, blue eyes taking in your face. Lips swollen and parted. Lipstick slightly smeared and eyes hooded with desire.
He tugged you close by your hips and walked backwards to the dressing table.
The room wasn't a large one by any means, housing only the necessities. A wooden wardrobe, a black leather couch and a large dressing table. The table was littered with cosmetics and lit by little bulbs of light surrounding the rectangular mirror.
Pulls you over to dressing table, he shoved the wheely chair out of the way. Spinning you around, so you faced the mirror, he placed a strong firm hand at the small of your back before bending you over.
He looks at you in the mirror, smirking, before running his hand over the blue material covering your ass. Hurriedly he pushed up your dress revealing black lace panties cupping you. Stopping to admire the view he tugs them down, and runs his fingers through your slit.
Groaning at the wetness he found, he pulls back to suck his fingers into his mouth. Catching your eye in the mirror you grin and shake your behind. He gives you a solid spank, the noise reverberating through the room.
He quickly unzipped his trousers tugging both them and his underwear down - the iconic bonds - and pulls out his cock. Long proud and aching for attention, he rubbed his hand up and down the shaft, spreading the copious amounts of precum.
He took his cock in hand, and rubbed it though your slit before slowly pushing inside. Both let out a groan. For him, you were hot, tight and so soft inside. For you, you could feel him, hot and heavy.
His hands clug to your hips as he pistioned in and out, yours braced against the edge of the table.
You could feel every drag of his cock inside, rubbing against your pussy walls.
Your head fell down unable to keep it up only to have him curl his hand in your hair, yank it up, forcing you to look into the mirror.
You looked, keeping eye contact as you watched him fuck you. You pressed back begging him for more, you were oh so close. Grinning at you he slipped a hand beneath you and worked at your clit. Fingers deftly played you, rubbing frantic circles bringing you closer to the edge.
Grunts and the sounds of flesh slapping rhythmically against each other filled the room.
You stilled, giving out one long moan. Your pussy quivered, and clenched hard around his pulsating cock.
He have one final thrust, blurring himself deep inside you as rope after rope of cum filled you.
Groaning he pulled out, and bent slightly at the waist and used his hand to pull the swollen lips of your pussy apart. Thick streams of cum dripped out. He looked you in the mirror, you were panting and utterly wrecked, he assumed he didn't look any better.
Straightened up he caresses you ass tenderly and in response you grin stupidly at him in the mirror saying,
"Definitely 10 outta 10."
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