Her feet were bare. She was colour-coordinated. I could only imagine what her legs looked like. I am sure they were beautiful. I wanted to untie the k...ot that kept the sarong around her slender waist. I wanted to see her legs, and her cute little ass. I wanted to check to see if her pubic hair was as dark as the hair on her head. Probably. I’ve never heard of any blonde native Polynesians. I reminisce. She sang with her small yet loud, voice. She swayed her inviting hips. She waved the palm. "Yes, but don't just come charging in... get on your knees, keep your eyes to the floor and then crawl in here and over to me.Chris did as he was told, nudging the door open with the top of his head. He could see her feet in patent heels and black stockings and slowly crawled in following the instructions, his hardening cock swinging from side to side as he slowly advanced.Lynn was standing by the dressing table and, when he reached her feet, he started to look up, but in an instant, she barked. She let him drive deeply with three large shots, but it wasn't enough for her own orgasm. She leaned forward, still pumping him through some more spurts, but also rubbing her clit hard on the base of his cock. Yes! This was getting her close! She continued rubbing her clit like this until he was done, though he showed no signs of wanting to pull out. She no longer was pumping, but bucking herself back and forth, her clit aching, her orgasm getting closer. She could feel his cock still inside. He was gently nipping, biting and caressing her, loving the small pants that were coming form her. His knee rose higher, spreading her legs further apart, lifting her higher against the wall. With his mouth giving her sweet torture to her breasts, he took one hand and ran his palm down the side of her body to rest on the button of her jeans. At the same time he nipped her breast, she moaned and he undid the button and undid the zipper on her jeans. She quickly looked down to see him loosen her.