I stare at her satiny blouse against her tight frame. A blouse that belongs on the floor but somehow looks sexier being the only thing on her naked bo...y. It's as if I'd walked in on her before she'd had a chance to slip on her panties. Her ass holds angled and bent across the bed, while talking on the phone. I walk back into the room, squat, and press my face right into her ass and brush my tongue across the entire valley. She squeals loudly. "Nothing," she says. "I'm listening. What?" Her. It was all the better knowing that she'd just had another man inside of her, that she was doing all of this for me.I peeled her romper away from her arms and pushed it down to her waist so that her breasts were exposed. They were perfect. Small and round.I broke our kiss this time."Why haven't we done this before?" I said, putting my mouth around her nipples and nibbling them.Karissa breathed hard. She put her hand on the back of my head.I withdrew from her breasts and tackled her onto the. I almost didn’t recognize her at first, because it didn't describe her the way I would. Not at all, in fact. In the photo she was half turned away, hidden behind sunglasses, with her hair in front of her face. To me, that photo was more or less as recognizable as a hot Banksy.For a while longer I just watched. The way she flowed through the cue to guide the cold, white sphere across the table was magic. As it struck the other balls, they were guided straight to her destination – changing. ..Henri will be with you soon.”“Miss” said Henri through the screen: “It’s a better experience if you undress and lie on your back with the towel provided, covering your buttocks...I will be there soon”I started to undress; down to my skimpy undies and was on my back with the navy blue towel over my butt...my undies still in place...not much defence...but hopefully enough...this whole dual massage scene wasn’t comfortable to me.I could hear his hands working Mary-Anne’s back, the sight rubby.