He's so loving and attentive. He shows the kids how to safely handle the firecrackers. He is garrulous and smiling in the late afternoon light.
The touches are light, incidental. I brush between him and his friends in conversation. Perfectly aware of the way my fingers curl over his belt and my nails scrape his belly.
I make friendly conversation with his wonderful wife. He finds us. He cracks a terrible joke and pats my shoulder, before sliding his hand down my back and over my ass when she looks away.
It's moments like this for hours. Subtle teasing touches. And God, it's good. But it's not enough.
Somewhere in the middle of the party, we pass in the dark hall. Pressed chest to chest as we move around the table with their kitschy little knick knacks.
I can feel him. And he presses harder.
He shoves me back. Turns me toward the table shoving my face into the wall.
His hands raise my pretty yellow dress. Groping, squeezing my tits so tight the piercings in my nipples bit into my senstive flesh.
My empty pussy drips eager and desperate for him. Hips roll together.
It's his barely audible groan that does it for me. He's balls deep in my hot, wet cunt.
Hips working, pussy gripping against his invasion and retreat.
Mouth hot on my shoulder. Teeth digging into flesh to keep quiet.
Hand on my mouth to keep me from alerting the rest of the party. To keep my moans from drawing his wife's attention to his absence.
His salty, white flood fills my cunt, and it feels so good. He fucks it deeper for good measure, ensuring I'll never forget.
His cum dripping down my thighs, I thank her with a hug at the end of the night. I tell her how lovely a time I've had. I take my leave with the other guests.
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