She arrived in a flirty one-piece dress that accentuated her breasts, her cheeks and cleavage slightly flushed, perhaps due to the alcohol. Her skin seemed slightly sweaty, and I boldly pursued her, not hiding my sexual desire. She didn't seem put off by my unexpectedly straightforward advances, and gave a shy, embarrassed smile. What's going on? Are you totally up for it? A quick kiss, and my hands were drawn to her breasts. My fingers sank right into hers, feeling their heart-pounding softness, and I continued to massage them. Seeing her lewd, not entirely opposed expression, I was convinced she was a masochist, so I made her kneel down and offered her my erect cock. She seemed entranced for a moment, then unhesitantly took it in her mouth, making obscene sounds echoing through the room. She didn't resist when I grabbed her hair and thrust it deep into her throat; instead, a thick liquid began to ooze from her pussy. Just how erotic is this woman, barely in her twenties? Her fair, slightly plump body is sure to be a hit with men, and she responds well to the thrusts of my dick. My excitement grows as her bouncing breasts sway, and the momentum of my hips thrusting against her increases. I don't know who or where she's been trained to be so erotic, but since I've come all this way, I'll enjoy it to my heart's content.