AFTER DINNER POKER

Nothing wrong I thought in participating in a little more Grey Goose while we continue with our risky game of poker after dinner. As I looked across the table I caught his eye, my inner vixen had raised her head. I was ready to play, particularly that of seducer and slipped my foot from my shoe allowing it to deliberately glide up his leg. However he wasn’t sure of my motive, he certainly was now and I delighted in trailing my stocking foot firmly but surely up the inside of his leg. Therefore I leaned further back I ensured my toes could feel between his crotch, rubbing as I did to entice some inner movement. My eyes not moving, I continued to seek his arousal and started to feel his twitching bulge between his thighs. Oh delight, he was ready to play with me and not just at after dinner poker. In conclusion this sign alone was enough to send pulses to my inner legs, a subtle little sexy twitch between my lips, an indicator that my body was craving attention. Wriggling in my skirt, I playfully felt for the edges of my panties and began to ease them down, over my suspenders, down my hips and across my knees, dropping them visually on the floor. I kept my eyes focused deep into his, exposing my thoughts. However his eyes burnt into me with a growing desire, and with that I moved behind him and slipped my hands over his shoulder trailing them down into his shirt. JULIA or DANIELLA can trail down your shirt today 😉

DAN
LADYSPELLBOUND
JUL

DON’T TOUCH

As she moved, taking slow steps like a cat, the bows like butterflies on her hips, the thin straps biting into her thighs, as she moved she felt her inner music build. However the slow strings and solemn drumbeat swelled behind her hip bones, and she turned her back to him, kicked away the pooled silk of her discarded kimono, settled herself across his lap and began her dance. Once astride him, she could feel again the strength in his thighs, their rigid length along her own. She crouched, grinding, felt the heat of his naked skin along her back, the powerful ridge of intimate muscle pulsing against her thong-bared haunch. Therefore he reached around and stroked her belly, running his fingers across her bunching muscles, bumping over the dark mole above her navel, reaching, reaching down. As a result she pushed his hands away and said “Don’t touch” She spread herself wider, ground her naked skin into the bunched cloth, rising, twitching along her hip. She loved it. You will love it as well if you come in and see KIMBERLY, DANIELLA or DEENA 🙂

KIM
LADYSPELLBOUND
DAN
DEE