She spun again, spinning before him, giving him a rapid kaleidoscope of ass and tit and whirling blonde hair. She leaped into the air, turned and came down with her back to him, her legs spread. Keeping her hips swinging to the music, she bent over, giving him a good view of her ass. Let, him know that her ass was made to hold a man, that her hips were perfect for receiving the plunging desires of a male.

She began to ease back toward him, whirling her luscious butt-cheeks before him. Her body was trembling in anticipation, throbbing to the music, pulsing with desire. She danced backward until she could feel the touch of his gigantic cock against her fiery ass.

Angie slowed her movements, sensuously slipping herself backward against him. His hands touched her hips. He held her firmly against the warmth of his swollen prick. He was moving now, rubbing his hardened prick against the velvet softness of her ass. His fingers came around her hips and explored the flatness of her tummy. They pressed tightly against her skin as they moved downward and stroked along her thigh before one great hand covered her drooling cunt.

His hot breath was on her neck. Her ears caught the force of his passionate breathing. He pulled her against himself tightly, demandingly. His lips were at her neck, kissing her along her shoulders, about the neck. He kept hold of her pussy with one hand while the other came upward along her tummy and cupped under one lit. He held the marvelous globe tenderly for a moment, then grasped it firmly, brutally. His thumb flipped across the nipple, creating hot flashes of ecstasy in the young girl.

"Fabulous," his hoarse voice panted in her ear. "You are just fabulous."