Getting me ready for penetration, he licked and sucked my hole leaving his own "lube" there for easier entry. Now, I wanted him to ram himself inside ...howing me no mercy. I put my legs atop his shoulders as he probed my hole some more with his finger. As I heard the sound of the condom wrapper, I braced myself for his sweet violation. He started slow, then asked me if I wanted more. "Yes, baby!" I said in a whisper. I looked into his eyes as he penetrated me further. Beads of sweat were forming. "Yeah, that's Weaver for you. He's not much for conversation." Weaver; is that his first or last name?" Neither, it's a nickname. He used to be a prizefighter, a pretty good one too, from what I understand. A couple of my regulars who follow boxing got all excited when he started coming in here a while back. They tried to make friends with him, but as you just found out, he's not much of a conversationalist. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice enough guy, he just doesn't talk much." Well you can't. I was getting bolder and bolder and now my cock was also feeling better and started to grow and a small dangling tent was formed at my crotch. She was having stares to it in between our jokes and giggling.Her giggling was so heavy, may be the effect of hard drink and that her pallu was quiet loose and her left boob was almost open. It was feeling great to have a married sex bomb in my hotel room, who is quiet drunk and enjoying my vulgar jokes, which I am telling to her standing very near to. ‘Well, howdy’ he said‘Hi’ she returned, still touching his chest and looking up into his eyes. Right now she made a decision. Tonight, she was going to be a slut. They began to dance closely, Hayley grinding her ass against the guys’ dick, which grew hard quickly. She felt his hands begin groping her, moving below her top and gently caressing her tits.Turning around, she moved her hand towards his crotch and, hidden by the darkness, plunged her hand inside his jeans. He raised an eyebrow and.