Sally was a welcome warmth against my side, heating me like a loyal pet should as it cuddled with its master. I wanted to touch her; I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to pull her into my lap and feel the hot length of iron between my legs slip between her lips, splitting her in twain as I made passionate love to her. My imagination was plain to Sally, the way she was laying against me, her forearm in my lap. She could surely feel it shifting beneath my dress, growing. My relaxed breath turned into a deep pant, excitement growing inside me. The ring around my sex tightening as my blood rushed forth with desire.

I downed the last of my wine, feeling a healthy buzz thrum through my head. Abandoning it to the side table, I shifted towards Sally, stroking her cheek. My thighs opened, letting my member uncoil from the confines of my lap. It reached out from beneath the dress, growing harder by the moment, poking its head free from the hem.

Sally moaned at the sight, her hand sliding into my lap as she nuzzled the side of my breast. She rubbed down along the top of my shaft, squeezing as much as she could get her fingers around through the tight fabric. I flexed against her hand, the sensation involuntary but not unwelcome. A low growl caught in my throat as her fingers grazed the exposed tip, fingers wrapping around the sensitive flesh as gently rolled my frenum back and forth.

“Scooch.” I urged, pushing her head down into my lap and her rear into a more comfortable position. I stroked her body, grabbing handfuls of whatever flesh I so chose. Her firm breasts felt more plump in my hands than usual, though I scarcely noticed.

“Yes, Señora.” Sally obliged, scooting down the sofa so that she lay across my lap, both hands free to play with member. She grasped my cock as she twisted, throwing her left leg over the back of the sofa, positioning her body to expose her sex to my searching hands.

Sally pulled my shaft to her lips and kissed me. I grunted at the warm pleasure of her touch, wasting no time as my fingers sought her wet folds, dragging them across her dripping valley and eliciting a gasp. Pressing deeper, I drove two fingers between her slick lips, thumbing her button. Sally moaned, sucking my head into her hot mouth, her tongue flicking against the hole at my tip as she dove into me. Her hands left my shaft, dropping to massage my heavy sack with one hand while her other slid along my own damp opening. A finger sank inside me, just past the opening, grinding against the tender spot at the top.

“Sally!…” It was my turn to gasp. She knew me too well, knew all the little spots on my body that made me quiver in pleasure. “My god your tongue!” Sally laughed around my cock, sucking my shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth. With a loud pop, she pulled away, turning to gaze up at me with a playful expression just as I slipped my fingers lower, teasing the tight pucker under her vulva before I pressed a finger inside. Sally’s eyebrows shot up as I entered her. Gasping, jaw flexing, she struggled to regain her composure over the blissful sensation.

“Ahh! Ohhh… Señora… Is Señora pleased with my ministrations?” She gave me a lazy smile, clearly enjoying my attentions.

“Si, mi Mascota, Si…” Sally grinned, going back to work on my shaft, her moans vibrating down my length. I sighed happily, marveling at just how much of me she could fit into her mouth.

……

We pleasured each other for the rest of the movie, her body shaking against me as I brought her over the edge again and again, luxuriating in her passionate cries and her mewls of pleasure. Her hips thrust against my hand as I fucked her holes with my fingers. We were both drenched in her cum, hand and thighs soaked in her sweet nectar.

The movie ended, Boggie and Hepburn embracing on the deck of the cruise ship. I laughed, feeling the mirth shaking Sally in my arms. Sally was still suckling me, my own release held back for what I hoped was the climax of the night. The screen turned to snow as I sucked Sally’s juices from my fingers, moaning softly as her sweet, tangy musk spread across my tongue.

“You are so delicious, mi Mascota. I could survive on your nectar alone.” I grinned down at her as she turned to look at me.

“Señora would need more than that to survive, I think…” She grinned back, playfully biting the head of my cock between her teeth.

“Ah! You bit me!” I gasped in mock shock.

“Oh no! What is Señora going to do to me?” Sally put her hands to her cheeks, looking sufficiently afraid. Now… I thought to myself, a mischievous smile spreading across my lips.

“Oh you’ll see… Stand up, mi Mascota.” I muscled her to her feet, pulling her away from the couch as I positioned her in the middle of the open floor. “Eyes closed and NO peeking. Do not move. Present.”

“Yes Señora” Sally quickly assumed her standing posture, chin down, legs shoulder width apart, left hand clasping her right wrist behind her back.

It was a perfect display. I smiled at the woman I loved, leaning close to kiss her cheek before I stepped around the couch to the side table. My shaft, still thick with desire for her, swung through the air before me as I walked round the room. The engagement ring was there waiting, hiding in the drawer. I’d originally hoped to propose near the end of the movie and before we’d engaged in any sort of amorous activities. As plans went though, this one was still going very according to plan.

“Sally…” I spoke softly as I returned to her. “Querida… My dear one.” There was nowhere to tuck myself as I took a step closer to her. I pressed my shaft down, letting it slip between her legs where her skirt had ridden up. We groaned in unison as the top of my shaft dragged across her clit. I gave my head a little shake, focusing on the task at hand. I kissed her, tenderly caressing her lips with mine, stroking her cheek before I retreated and dropped to my knee.

“Ahem…” I cleared my throat, settling my nerves and opened the snap hinge, holding it before her so that it was the first thing she would see.

“You can open your eyes now, Sally.” I waited for her focus to fall to the ring, a stupidly giddy grin splitting my face, then said the words I’d been holding in all night.

“Sally Dunn… Will you marry me?”

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