Rachel Pauses For a Moment

Rachel broke free, looking back and forth between her boyfriend and the strange woman who had just been holding her down on his cock she struggled with her thoughts. Fears. Desires.

Getting up and stepping back in shock, she shook her head. Trying to figure out what she was doing.

No. No... No... This isn’t me... Rachel thought.

“Don’t you want to please him? Please yourself?” Bernadette asked with a truly deep sultry tone.

Rachel felt a sinking feeling inside her. Her body craved to touch him more. To mount his cock and stare down this new woman.

As Rachel backed away trying to think things through, she felt like she was ****. Her dress felt like it was clinging tighter and tighter to her body. Her body felt like she was burning up. Running her hands down the figure-hugging dress she tried tugging it down, finding it riding high barely able to reach over the crest of her recently swollen ass.

Rachel felt a growing panic, embarrassed that she was unable to find modesty glancing down to see her dress not reaching as far as it once had, and the cleavage trying to billow free from the top of her dress.

She didn’t know what to do, turning away and running in a blind panic back towards the dance.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bernadette alluringly asked grabbing a firm hold of Rachel’s boyfriend’s shoulder. “Or are you finished?” She then added dropping to her knees and cupping her fully enclosed cleavage, licking suggestively towards him.

Terry had gotten up in genuine concern and worry, the fog of arousal and desire lifted as the woman he cared for stormed away in obvious distress.

But with the firm hand halting his momentum, he found himself falling victim to the entropy of that desire once more. As this stranger wantonly kneeled down and grabbed his ass pulling him closer as he turned to look into her hungry eyes.

Terry gasped with pleasure as he felt the warm cheek snuggle his cock, soon followed by a warm moist tongue dragging across the bottom length of his cock. Red lips puckering and smacking with a pop off its head.

Leering down at Bernadette with returned sexual hunger Terry grabbed her bunned hair and pulled her face tight to his crotch, enjoying the excited gasp and giggle of delight as Bernadette nuzzled her face into him in receipt of the aggressive and welcome response to her invitation.

Sucking on a testicle Bernadette gazed off, wondering just where Rachel was running off to.