You start looking around to see if everything is still okay with the rest of the hotel residents. Your eye catches on one man sitting a bit further aw...y, slightly hidden behind some plants. He's looking straight at you and you can see his cock raging in his swim trunks. You love the sight of him watching you. From time to time he reaches for his dick to re-adjust it in his tight boxer-brief like pants. You drop the book and start fixating on his cock, imagining what it would look like, wanting. Wo bahut khush the or unke chahre pe azib se darindge thi , fir me ja ke pc me bath gayi papa na mummy se pucha baby kya prob he kyo ro rahi ho to bola I like u but ase , meri zindagi barbad ho jayegi papa na bola nahi me tumhara husband hu or koi ye bat kisi ko nahi batayega fir paoa dhire dhire karib aye unhe jor se pakad ke lips kiss dene lage pehle wo resist kar rahe thi fir wo bhi sat dene lagi papa ek hat se unke bal sehla rahe the or dusre hat se unke boobs fir 2 min bad papa ne unke. "About time too," he thought looking over at the clock glowing in the darkness of the bedroom. She gave a small sigh under him and he sensed her impatience. Not that she'd ever actually say anything. His mind cast off thoughts of her and focused on the orgasm building up deep within his body. "Oh I hope this one's a good one."But just as he was about to erupt she shifted. In some small indefinable way that he never could figure out but just enough in exactly the wrong way so that instead of. Her ass, as they say, was mine... all mine! Her spread fingers then began to grip the carpet covering the stairs and her whimpers turned to groans and then primal grunts. Her head was down and resting on her right cheek. Her mouth was open and her eyes half closed. Drool ran from her open mouth much like it was running from her recently fucked and gaping cunt. Still holding her by the hips, my tempo increased. I was literally slamming into her depths and she was a mess: back covered in a.