He didn?t know why he had a phone. No one ever called him.Electric bill. Cable bill. Dominick groaned as he made hisway up the stairs. When he got to ...is apartment, he noticeda package in front of his door. That?s weird, Dominickthought. I wasn?t expecting anything. He bent down to pickit up. It was addressed to him and everything. Dominickshrugged his shoulders, unlocked the door and entered hismodest one bedroom apartment.He turned on the lights and headed straight to hisrefrigerator for a. I press myself against her and lightly trace her curves, her breasts, and pressing my fingers against her clit. I tease her more, circling her with his two fingers as my other hand played with her nipple. I hear her moan softly and mew as I changed the pressure. Pressing her against the bed, I let her head fall back against my shoulder as I continue to assault her, going faster with my fingers sliding into her and pumping. When I feel her close to the edge, I stop. She gives a growl and I smack. Since both of us had an interest in the Arab culture, we made plans for a six week trip to Marrakesh. There was just something about the perceived mysteries of their culture that intrigued us, and I also had been curious about the sexual restrictions of their religious faith, and how that affected their culture. Being teachers, we did not have much extra money to spend, so we asked around and a friend of mine told us about a little-known, very special tour opportunity that would only cost us. Just touching her slippery slit made her fingers all wet. On the bedroom floor, the man kept driving his tongue into the woman’s pussy, faster and faster. ‘Oh yes,’ the woman cried, ‘oh please, oh yes.’ The man held on to her thighs, digging his fingers into her flesh. His face was red and sweaty from the strain, but he kept going, flicking his tongue, fucking the woman with it, harder, faster… ‘Aaah,’ she screamed, throwing herself about on the carpet as she came. ‘Aaah!’ The man strengthened.