X and Y: Part1- unleashing the slut within the princess

her eyes were taking in the crowded bar, holding on to the hand next to her, absent mindedly twirling the hair on his wrist and snaking her fingers between his. He ordered another round of dirty mojito's and smiled as they were delivered, droplets of condensation dampening the serviettes, thinking of how apt that her panties would soon resemble the white paper. She moved her body in time to the music expertly mixed by the cooler than cool euro dj at the other end of the room, she slid her thighs along the length of his thigh closest to the bar, he shielded her with his body, the crowd behind her closing in to the bar, giving her anonymity. He whispered in her ear and she dutifully raised her dress just enough to show the triangle of turquoise silk covering her sex, he wetted his lips, licking the dryness of his excitement away, curling his finger inside the material, feeling her flesh, the roughness of her that day shaved pubis, the softness of her labia, the wetness where he curled in his finger making her lean into him her arm around his shoulders her head in his neck, her nose full of his expensive scent. Exploring her deeply, her hips moving in time to their breathing, removing his finger he draws it across his lips and smiling turns to her, pulling her close, his hand on the back of her head, bunching her long soft hair in his hands and kisses her...

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