And just as he caught hold of me..he just plunged in and ohh my God!!…he was just too wild and rough..he pressed…kneaded and pinched..he kinda did...it all to his heart’s content and his prick’s pleasure. I went more close to the window and allowed him full access to my topless self.I was too wet down there and wanted some more actions but wanted to see his tool too..so just asked him to move a bit back and show me his cock..he obeyed and showed me his cock which was like throbbing big time in. I looked up and she was gesturing with her head for me to stand behind her. I did so before reaching forward and cupped the fullness of her heavy breasts, marvelling at the size of her swollen nipples. Massaging them firmly, she once again drew breath and groaned repeatedly. I watched her breathing get heavier and heavier and then tilting her head back towards me I knew what she wanted as she parted her mouth and waited. I reached down and released my hard, swollen cock and continuing to. She removed the blouse, revealing rather large breasts protruding from her light blue bra, looking into his eyes.He sat there with his legs now spread in his $3,000 suit, completely confident and relaxed. Unable to read his face she was not sure he was satisfied with what he saw but she wanted the apartment in the hotel so badly she could taste it. She was willing to do quite a bit to secure this position. In fact it had been a secret fantasy of hers. Not that she ever thought it would actually. I must admit this was me when I first met him, dancing around a pole as I sang Tina Turners Private Dancer. He was checking out the club for an upcoming gig for a band he was promoting and hung around to meet me when we were both through. I fell for his line and he did get me a few single releases, none of which charted highly and our wedding was really a PR exercise to boost sales of my one and only album. All too quickly I was a pop trivia question and living alone in a big house as he lived.