From the moment my lover led me into the well appointed room, laid me back against the tufted cream bedspread, and pressed my body deep into the crush...of pale velvet throw pillows, it didn’t strike me as the sort of bed to which a cosmopolitan and fashionably modern male escorts his clandestine lover for an impromptu, undercover and hopefully uninterrupted week of mind bogglingly self-indulgent mutual gratification. Perhaps it’s simply my personal brand of perversion, but the questioning glint. She felt them also on her engorged lips as I sunk all the way inside her. She was beginning to get hotter and her grip was getting tighter on me. I knew she was about to cum. “Keep going Brandon, keep going! I am almost there. I’m getting ready to cum!” “Me too, baby, me too. Make me cum after I make you cum. You always did that!” Miranda began to moan even more. Her breaths became heavier and deeper. Her pussy began to pulse contractions on my hard cock. The slurping sounds were getting louder. ”She glanced up at me, smiled, then crammed him deep inside her mouth. Jenny could give great blow jobs, including deep throating. She had perfected her technique by practicing for hours, usually on me back when we were in high school. We’d both been super competitive jocks, still are, and learning how to deep throat had somehow become a physical challenge she couldn’t resist. By trial and error, we'd figured out that the absolutely best way was in a sixty-nine with her on top and me underneath. She asked me to be seated on the sofa so that she could make me some coffee. I just could not sit on the sofa. I went to the kitchen and asked her if I can help. She said I am her guest and must enjoy the hospitality. I was chatting with her in the kitchen and slowly put my hand on hearing back. Suddenly my dick rose to its full strength and I started touching it on her back and started pressing her boobs. She too felt a strong urge and started holding my dick in her hands. She was amazed that.