Her scent, citrus and flowers and sun and water and sex, was like an intoxicating mist that enveloped him. “Ah shit,” Ian groaned, overwhelmed by ...he need to touch her. He cradled the side of her face in his large hand and ran his thumb across the soft flesh of her lips. “I’m sorry,” he said softly again, lowering his head and tasting her lips with his tongue before gently touching his lips to hers. Within seconds that kiss gave way to unfaltering need. His lips took her, tearing down any doubt. Unfortunately, most of the file was in Spanish, which was not one of the languages Hunter knew well. While he could pick out some words, he was not able to get the gist of the various reports.Translation services would take time and secure translation services would take even longer. London moved to the top of his list for the time being. He began scanning the file.Something didn't feel right about it though. The first perusal left him confused and frustrated. He went downstairs to his favorite. After dipping deeply into her warm, wet mouth once again, I withdraw, dragging a gush of spit out from between her lips, which cascades down her inverted forehead into her hair. Her stomach gets smeared with her own thick lubrication, extracted from her vagina and applied by The Other Cock.Mara draws her knees up toward her chest, then spreads them wide, giving me a splendid look down at her gaping snatch as she tongues my balls, my raging, glistening shaft standing at attention over her chin.. The meat won’t be ready for another hour at least.”Alberto Luís and I headed for one side of the pool house, Natalia and his wife to the other. We stripped and soaped and scrubbed. There wasn’t any shaving gear.The ladies emerged some minutes after us and after we finished off several bottles of mineral water we moved on to wine. It and the tray of munchies disappeared very quickly. They were followed by empanadas to serve as appetizers, and the aroma of roasting meat kept us very attentive. It.