Bollywood Dancer For Me

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Seemingly innocent, casual brushes by hubby’s guest’s forearm against the side of my breast, reassured him of their firmness, and heightened my growing arousal.Excusing himself to go to the restroom, my hubby left me in the company of his colleagues. I can’t recall seeing him again that night, and he wasn’t with me in the hotel room the next morning. I remember getting into an elevator, supposedly to go to the roof-top bar to enjoy the view, but the only view to be enjoyed from that point forward would be of my naked body, tied to a bed.My dress offered minimal coverage, cut high on the thigh, with a plunging neckline and back. There was no way to conceal a bra, so I didn’t wear one, and panty-lines are always unflattering, interrupting my smooth contours, hence my g-string. But a gentle tug at my dress from any direction would cause it stretch and pull away. And that’s what happened. How it happened and whether it was intentional or not, didn't matter now, the result was me standing. The fragrance was intoxicating. I took of my clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. I saw she was admiring my cock like a hungry beast. Boy! Was she in for a treat. I carefully guided her head to my cock. She gobbled up the bastard like kids eat candy. She sucked my cock cleaned with her tongue. I wanted to face fuck her. I started trust my dick in and out of her mouth. My cock was on fire. Later she swallowed both my balls. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhh!!! ! Man the ecstasy!!. Now my cock was really on fire and only her pussy juice could put if off. After kissing passionately for 5 minutes I very lovingly laid her on the bed. I brushed my purple knob against her pussy. She was breathing very heavily that time. It was time, with full force I pushed myself in her. She let out a very loud cry. I started with rhythmic motions. My balls were banging against her butt checks. Slowly and steadily I increased my speed. The decimal level of her moans matched my speed. Now I was fucking her with.
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My mind raced through various half-formed ideas of what we might do next. Jordan must have had an idea of her own because after another heated kiss, she pushed me back onto the couch and knelt in front of me. Then she pulled on my hips. “Slide down. Slouch toward me.” I did as instructed, which put my genitals right in front of her face. She rubbed her cheeks along my thighs and her hot breath washed over me. She ran her hands over my skin, rubbing me like she couldn’t feel enough. Her eyes danced between mine and my groin. My erection lay on my belly and twitched with the slightest contact. With a big smile she said, “I’ve got to get you wet for what I want to do.”I swallowed and asked, “And what do you want to do?”She licked her lips and wrapped a hand around the base of my erection, running her thumb across my sac. “You’ll see in a few minutes.”She turned her head to the side, opened her mouth and extended her tongue. I watched as she attempted to wrap her tongue as far around my.

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