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The club had only been open for thirty minutes and the dance-floor was already filling up with willing participants. I leaned against the wall, enjoying the scenery with a rum and coke raised to my lips. Well, more like coke with a pinch of rum – I’d have a word with the bartender about that later.As I gulped down this travesty of a beverage, a light-skinned, pink-haired young woman on the other side of the club locked eyes with me. She finished up her drink, put down the cocktail glass, and sashayed towards me through the lighter areas of the crowd.The lights in the club bounced off her shimmery get up, giving her the appearance of a deity amongst mortals. Both top and skirt had frills on their undersides; the former resembling a bikini top with the strings knotted around the neck.  A few eyes at the bar and dance-floor gazed at her jumping cleavage with every step and that skirt. Man, that skirt would leave nothing to the imagination if she bent down to pick up a quarter.“Hi there,” she said with a hand pressed against my lean chest.“Well, hello yourself,” I replied with a wry smile. My warm breath hit her square in the face as she looked up at me; leaning in further with her glass high heels, planted into the black tiled floor. I was in this spot for most of the night and no one else except a few of my team-mates came over and exchanged fist-bumps before hitting the bar and dance floor.“Wanna dance?” she asked.“Sure.”She turned around and her ass – which her long, straight, pink hair was sweeping etlik escort just above – was as round as the Spalding basketball I dribbled and shot earlier that day. Shit was soft like freshly baked buns and pressed against my crotch as she twerked to the trap music that thumped in the background. Her hands rested on bent knees and that ass painted me with a mix of short and long vertical strokes.Slower music came on and the twerking was benched but the grinding came on as the substitute player. Her ass cheeks were spreading and grabbing my limp cock through my cargo pants at every turn. I had to think about sports and TV shows so she wouldn’t think I was weak, but I went up to half-mast nonetheless. She gave an over the shoulder look while grabbing the back of my neck and parted her lips to speak.“I’m Gina. What’s your name babe?”“Ricky.”“Ricky that won the game today?”“Naw man. I didn’t score the winning shot.”“You made that last pass to the shooter though. So trust me, babe, you won that shit.”The grinds were pressing me into the wall to the point it had to be cracking; waiting for me to burst through.“You wanna go somewhere more private?” Her fingers massaged the back of my neck and my cock was growing past half-mast.“Um shit, yeah,” I replied raising both eye-brows and gulping down the rest of my drink.She grabbed my hand and lead me through the crowd with pre-set navigation; avoiding physical contact with bobbing and weaving that would make a world champion boxer keçiören escort envious. Ned – the club owner – was at the other end of the bar as we passed and gave me a head nod with a sullen expression.We’d come in to celebrate every big win given he was Coach James’ best friend. “Discount rate,” Coach would often brag. He wasn’t all smiles tonight though. Just a blank slate glaring at me and Gina’s traversal. Off the club’s main floor, we approached a hallway – an empty one as it was separated by an unlocked closed door we went through and locked behind us – with a winding staircase at the end of it. Climbed that and to the top, we met the open double doors to an empty lounge. The pounding of my heart reverberated in my skull as we walked through and closed them behind us.“I’ve never seen you around campus before Gina,” I said as she backed up to the wall behind her.“That’s because I don’t go to school here,” she said, pulling her skirt above the waist. A pink G-string with the caption All You Can Eat! was plastered on the front and I pulled it aside chuckling. She took one of my hands and rubbed the fingers along her juicing slit. Two middle fingers slipped inside and I explored her warmth while curling them.As we kissed, my other hand massaged, palmed and squeezed her dough soft breasts under their sparkled covering. Over her tits, the top went and rested before I kissed all over them with licks and sucks in between. The wall was getting more ass than me so kızılay escort I took her by the waist and spun her one-eighty. I got down to my knees and introduced my tongue to her cunt and clit; sucking and lapping like a thirsty dog.“Shiiit,” Gina moaned and then bit down onto her folded thumb. A faceful of pussy and ass smothered me as I sucked on her clit like a steak bone – a three-course meal if you may. She giggled into a closed fist and gyrated as I motor-boated her plump lips and gelatin cheeks.My tongue poked around on the inside, marinating in her hot fluids like meat being prepared for a pot-luck. Along the tongue they ran and into my mouth; some even dripping onto the floor, clearing away dust in that spot. She reached back and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my face deeper into her femininity; making it seem as if her ass and cunt were devouring my face rather than the reverse. My face was fucked until it was nearly ground off by her spastic, orgasmic seizures.Her voice vibrated and there was a shiver for a few seconds before she released me from my stay at the Cheeks and Lips Inn. I stood up and dropped my pants – she wrapped her hair into a low bun – to the ankles, stroked my cock to full mast, and slapped her ass with it. Pre-cum was stringing off those jiggly cheeks before I pressed my head against her slick opening and she grunted, arching that back more.Like quick-sand, I was easily sucked in but with no desire to escape – accepting of my fate. I took her hands, outstretched them, and pinned them to the wall as we rolled our hips in unison. That ass was so fat, it bubbled and rubbed against my stomach as our synchronized dance continued. A shift to thrusts moved her expression from open mouthed to clenched teeth and looking over the shoulder at me.

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