Dirty dancer showed us some filthy moves

Midweek Sport - - SEX HEALTH -

Dear Peach,

ME and my mate picked up this girl in a club the other night.

She was a stunna with long legs, big boobs and a gor­geous gob­bler’s gob.

As soon as I walked in I spot­ted her on the dance floor get­ting up to some se­ri­ously dirty danc­ing with a red­headed girl pal.

As they ca­ressed each other’s bod­ies, oc­ca­sion­ally kissing on the lips and feel­ing up each other’s ar­ses, I looked across at my mate and he winked back know­ingly at me.

We were over to the pair of them like a shot and they didn’t seem too both­ered as we started danc­ing with them.

I could hardly be­lieve my ears when the blonde leaned over and asked in a husky whis­per if I fan­cied a f***.

I dragged her off to the gents toi­lets and as soon as I’d closed the door be­hind us she was tongu­ing me and rub­bing my dick.

She was ob­vi­ously well up for some han­ky­panky and she nearly ripped half my pubes out as she ea­gerly un­did my flies and started jerk­ing off my eight-incher.

She plonked her­self down on the toi­let seat lid and be­gan lick­ing and suck­ing my shaft from the tip to my aching balls.

She was build­ing up quite a rhythm and I was on the verge of com­ing down her throat when, all of a sud­den, I heard my mate call­ing my name.


He said the ginger babe had blown him out and I couldn’t be­lieve it when the blonde stopped giv­ing me head to in­vite him to join us.

My pal was grin­ning all over his silly chops when she be­gan giv­ing him a slow, lin­ger­ing gob­ble.

It was a tight squeeze in the cu­bi­cle, but I man­aged to po­si­tion her so that I could get a good thrust at her and hoisted her skirt up around her waist. As she slurped and slob­bered on my mate’s cock, I pulled her G-string aside and plunged into her moist fanny doggy-style.

It wasn’t long be­fore me and my pal were shoot­ing our loads as she squealed in de­light.

We waited a few min­utes to get our strength back and then me and my mate swapped po­si­tions and went through the whole amaz­ing rou­tine again.

In the end my mate and I got our clothes sorted out and went back to the bar.

Af­ter about 10 min­utes the same blonde came over to us and asked us to buy her a drink.

But she swore at us when we said no and we just can’t un­der­stand her at­ti­tude.

Can you?

FC, Mersey­side

Peach says…

YES, you tight-fisted, chau­vin­is­tic pricks.

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