Page 115 of Off Season

I want her to come from this so badly. An orgasm mid-dance? How fucking hot would that be?

Moving my leg as much as I reasonably can, I sway our hips together but grind my leg between hers. Her grip on me immediately tightens.

The music begins playing. The Bachata is a very side-to-side dance, so I continue to sway us. Unfortunately, there are turns, and Kam practically snarls each time I have to remove my leg from between hers to turn her.

I don’t know how, but she stays in the movements. Her hips are doing an extra sway, but I think that’s more about gaining the friction than anything else.

“Verygood, Kamryn,” we hear Ms. Rylee say. “Your hips look excellent in this dance. It’s like making love on the dance floor.”

Something like that.

After the next turn, I push my thigh even harder to her pussy. She moans out, “Oh god, don’t pull away again. Rub me. I’m almost there.”

I manage to discreetly twirl and then pull a lock of her hair before whispering into her ear, “Puedo sentir tu humedad en mi muslo. Me encanta hacer bailar tu coño para mí. Córrete. Ahora.”I can feel your wetness on my thigh. I love making your pussy dance for me. Come. Now.

She sinks her teeth into my neck and bites down hard as her body shakes. I can feel her fluids seep through my jeans and onto my thigh.

Oh fuck. The whole scene is too hot, and I’m too turned on. Feeling her come on my leg is my tipping point. My spine starts tingling, and I come too. In my fucking pants.

I’m in shock. I’ve never done that as an adult. A teen? Yes. Adult? No. This woman drives me crazy.

We’re both panting, a little out of it. I think I blacked out for a second or two. The same goes for Kam.

As her eyes blink open, she looks down at the now-saturated crotch of my pants. Her lips curl in amusement.

A throat clearing brings us back to the present. We look at Ms. Rylee. Turns out we weren’t as discreet as I thought. Her fingers are rubbing her temples. “Get the fuck out of here. Both of you.”

Twenty minutes later, we’re crashing through Kam’s apartment door with our lips locked. I think I saw the weird ginger neighbor scowling at me when Kam and I got off the elevator with her wrapped around me. I swear he’s going to kill me in my sleep one night.

I place her down on the kitchen table, and she breaks the kiss. “I’m going to be eating here with my father in less than an hour.”

“Be sure to think of me when you do. I’m not fucking you on that waterbed. I have PTSD from that thing.”

She giggles as she removes her tight top and her tits fall free.

“Fuuuuck. You weren’t wearing a bra all night?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. I can’t believe you didn’t notice. You usually have a radar for that. I kept waiting.”

Huh. That’s very unlike me. I must be slipping. I’ve been very focused on her legs lately. When she’s in small spandex shorts and those heels, it’s her legs that make my dick hard. I imagine them wrapped around my body, my face, anywhere.

And then there was the butt plug. How was I supposed to focus on her tits with that going on?

By the time my daydreaming is over, she’s completely naked. Fuck, she’s so sexy. Her tropical peach smell is invading my senses. I have to squeeze my dick for a little relief. Yep, he was hard again before we left the studio.

Without another thought, I flip her around so she’s bent over the table with that luscious ass in the air. I fall to myknees and see the end of the butt plug staring at me. Holy hell.

I bury my face in her ass, running my tongue over and around the plug. She wiggles her ass in delight.

Put simply, Kam loves ass play. I’ve never been with a woman so open and exploratory with it. She lets me do anything I want and always gets off on it. It’s so fucking hot.

I slowly slide my tongue down her slit until I reach her clit. It’s completely swollen and practically pulsating. Her juices cover my face. All women should walk around with butt plugs. It’s like a direct line to their clits. It certainly makes my job easy.

Slipping my fingers inside her, I curl them into the spot I’ve come to know like the back of my own hand. I’ve gone down on her quite a lot since Christmas. If we don’t see each other on a given day, I always make up for it by muff diving multiple times the next.

With my fingers still applying pressure inside her, I flick my tongue over her sensitive bundle over and over.

She’s yelling and cursing. She’s going to come in less than a minute. Maybe the fastest I’ve ever gotten her there.

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