My make up was done how he always enjoyed it. False eye lashes, loaded with eye liner and heavy mascara. I had opted to apply some pale liquid make up...in-order to make eye's and lips pop out even more. My lips lined with a deep red and filled with vivid red lip stick a shinny layer of gloss to top them off. My hair I had teased and puffed up, my out fit looked liked like I belonged on street corner. On the bed I had placed some newly purchased sex toys, and strips of fabric for bondage forced. He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor. Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there??. Guest was absolutely intrigued first of all and secondly confused about all this. But she grabbed Little Mommas legs as I did and we opened her wide open as my tiny little wife was pleading and screaming not to be injected anymore.As we had pulled those tight and beautifuly round ass cheeks of hers apart I could tell Guest had her eyes glued to my wife's soaked and wet pussy and hair mound and no doubt she herself wanted to dive down there and eat that herself.Little Momma was fighting and. ” He said in a low whisper. He licked with a flat tongue from the bottom of her pussy to the top, darting his tongue inside her before playfully licking her clit. She was already so wet for him she was surprised he hadn’t drowned before he stopped and resumed his tantalizing kisses up her tummy. “David!”He laughed at her desperate groans. Kissing his way back up to her mouth, he was met with a playful scowl.“Can I help you?” he asked innocently. In response, she reached down and grabbed hold of.