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Joan #5
Date: 4/21/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: ckbres, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories
The dancer was joined by an Argentinian gaucho. He was dressed in all black, with a Bolero jacket and skin tight pants that flared at the ankle. The castanets clicked and the music got louder. The dancing was very erotic. The gaucho would press the dancers body between his legs and bend her backwards. I could almost hear Joan's scheming erotic mind. When the dance ended there was a lot of applause, led by Joan. They bowed and the gaucho held his hand out to Joan. She walked towards him, hips swaying, and took his hand. The music started and Joan was twirling around and snapping her fingers to the music. When Joan twirled everyone got glimpses of her bare mound. The gaucho pulled Joan to him and bent her back. Suddenly, the lights went out. There was some shouting and then the lights came back on. Joan and the gaucho were gone. I searched the place for a few minutes. I found them in a back studio-like room. The gaucho was finer fucking Joan. She was glowing with lust. I could hear her wetness and smell her juices. Her dress was on the floor. There were hickey marks on her breasts. Joan was moaning and grinding on his hand. She saw me and moaned. She murmured, "I had to have him." The gaucho looked over his shoulder at me. I said, "Fuck her. Fuck her now." There was a big bed in the room. He put Joan on the bed and knelt down and started licking and sucking her cunt. I could see her glistening with want. He stood up and pulled his pants off. His cock was enormous. The head was ...