Her breathing became louder, heavier. She scrambled to remove her trousers properly as she maintained eye contact with his baton. She stood, and pulled the pin from her hair. Her locks tumbled down in a waterfall of shimmering brown right down to her pubic mound, which was groomed short in a small neat triangle. Her tresses swung and hung as she slipped her feet alternately out of each trouser leg.

"Oh" Bobby groaned, unable to stifle himself and fully erect now, hypnotised by his infatuation. Her eyes briefly met his before returning to his rod again as she lay back down.

"Come here, you" she said softly. Serious. With focus.

Bobby crawled across the rug, penis brushing the carpet as his knees sank into the material. When they met he brushed his hand on the outside of her right thigh up her stomach, briefly cupped the outside of her breast as he moved upward, until he reached her cheek and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. She wrapped both arms around him and dug her fingers into the back of his hair as their lips enveloped each other. Her forearms connected and wrapped beneath his arms and across his back, her mane sandwiched between their bodies, covering and brushing the tip of his cock which pressed upwards against her stomach. He grinded against her, penis buried in her sultry locks as they continued their kissing. Moans escaped as they opened their mouths for air in syncopation. She tasted of honey, and every time her tongue entered his mouth he wanted to suck it from her.

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