I met Jayme Langford when she came to a party that I was throwing for one of my good friends, she walked in the door and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. The first thing I noticed is her long full mane of deep red hair, it is incredible to look at, fantastic to run your fingers through, and her defining feature and calling card. This mane of hair frames the face of an angel, but even with that angelic face you can sense the heart of a rebel beating under her form-fitting dress. She was wearing a hot black dress that just barely covered her, but what you saw was pure steam heat…

As the party guests started to dwindle down to nothing I realized that Jayme hadn’t left yet, asking her to stay for awhile seemed the wise thing to do. Asking Jayme whether she needed her drink re-filled was met with an extremely exuberant “yes”. As I handing her the replenished drink I stared into her gorgeous green eyes and fumbled with some small talk as I tried not to look to obvious with my staring at her fine lines.

As things got more intimate our kisses grew longer and more passionate, Jayme was way past kissing and her heat just flowed from her body. As she leaned back she gave a brief flash of her bright red panties, pulling them to the side she showed her perfectly trimmed pussy that has just a tiny strip of hair left for pleasure, after a soft rub of her mound she rubbed her index finger through her lips and started moistening her hardening love button. Never one to stop a beautiful women from making love to herself, I sat back and sipped my drink, taking in the sites and sounds that were unfolding in front of me.

Jayme slipped her panties off, kicking them in the air, playful as can be, and returned to the task at hand. Slipping her dress over her head, she was finally naked in front of me. Her body, tight and fine, has a sleek, porcelain glow to it that just makes you want to reach out and stroke her, her breasts, firm and perky were, by this time, capped with two hard pink nipples that she kept slick and wet with moisture from her now completely wet pussy, and fingers that she sucked into her beautiful mouth. As Jayme continued her attack on the silky pinkness between her legs she arched her back, let out a deep scream and came like a women possessed, bucking her hips violently and fucking her fingers for all she was worth. As she started to come down from her moment of ecstasy, I softly caressed the nape of her neck and kissed her deeply, tasting lingering juices that she had licked off of her fingers.

This was just the beginning of a long weekend with Jayme that will always be in my memories. Don’t miss the pics of Jayme at Met-Art, with a membership that starts as low as 27 cents a day you’d be a fool not to check out Jayme and all of her friends.