[BlacksOnBlondes] Dance Lesson With Slutty Taylor Rae

Taylor Rae, anxious about her first dance, hires Scotty P as her instructor. The lesson takes a turn when she accidentally touches his massive package. Now, she's struggling to focus on the dance moves with that huge cock so close, turning the lesson into a hot, erotic encounter.

[BlacksOnBlondes] Dance Lesson With Slutty Taylor Rae Recap

Taylor Rae is shitting her pants about the wedding. Not the ceremony, not the vows, but the goddamn first dance. She’s got two left feet and the thought of embarrassing herself in front of everyone is enough to make her puke. So, she does what any sensible bride-to-be would do: hires a dance instructor. Enter Scotty P, a dude with moves smoother than a freshly waxed cock and a package that could stop traffic.

Things start off innocent enough. Step-ball-change, dip, twirl. Taylor’s actually starting to get the hang of it, feeling a little less like a clumsy cow and a little more like a goddamn dancing queen. But then, disaster strikes. Or maybe it’s a blessing in disguise, depends on how you look at it. She trips, stumbles, and her hand lands right smack-dab on Scotty’s bulging crotch.

Holy mother of pearl, she wasn’t expecting that. It’s like grabbing a goddamn baseball bat through his pants. Her eyes widen, her cheeks flush, and suddenly, the dance steps are the last thing on her mind. How the hell is she supposed to concentrate on waltzing when there’s a massive cock practically begging to be touched? Scotty, being the professional he is, tries to play it cool. But Taylor can see the bulge twitching in his pants, hear his breath getting heavier. He’s just as turned on as she is, maybe even more.

The air is thick with tension, hotter than a sauna full of horny teenagers. Every brush of their bodies, every accidental graze, sends sparks flying. Taylor’s dress feels tighter, her panties wetter. She knows she should stop, that this is wrong, but goddamn, she can’t help herself. That cock is calling to her, promising a night of sin and pleasure.

Scotty finally cracks. He stops the music, grabs Taylor by the waist, and pulls her close. “I can’t do this anymore,” he whispers, his voice rough with lust. “I want you, Taylor. Right here, right now.” And with that, all bets are off. The dance lesson turns into a fuck lesson, a sweaty, passionate encounter that leaves them both breathless and begging for more. Who needs a wedding dance when you can have a night like this? Desirehub.cyou