He’d also ditched his boxers in the restroom waste-paper bin and ended up going commando. “Lots of teasing and flirting?”
“Little bit,” she replied, laughing. XXX “Yeah,” Kyle blurted, immediately closing his mouth and inhaling through his nose to try and catch a whiff of her. Sahara’s tongue dragged itself up his button fly, bulging from the contained erection, from bottom to the tip and for a couple of seconds her head bobbed up and down, as if she was sucking him off. “Did you enjoy the dance, Kyle?” she said quietly as he lay there panting. This time as she shifted her weight to sit up he let her go, feeling her sitting upright on his lap, her back to him. Her finger slowly began to slide back out yet darted back in as deep as it would go.
