She turnsher face so that her mouth can entrap my right index finger to thesecond knuckle and sucks its length hard. She gazes up at me as shedoes so... and the look of pure lust on her pretty little face tells methat she'd rather be sucking her Daddy's cock.I escape Sue's mouth. My fingers trace over the sharp outline of hercollar bone, and down the ridge between her breasts. Her skin issoft but somehow my fingertips can feel the dimple of every pore. Myhands are instinctively drawn to and. Samantha was often put to her knees by desire so she was wary not to lose control. She breathed in deeply the inescapable aura of her downright sloppy pussy and swallowed hard as her mouth watered at her own heavy scent. “Oh!” She cried out in frustration. Her hips jerked forward enraged with deprivation. Samantha could only rub herself so hard, but it wasn’t enough. Breathing deeply, she looked around halfheartedly to appease her lingering paranoia, and turned it up a notch. She plunged three. As I leaned over, the weight was like someone had grabbedme and was pulling me down. I couldn't even see my legs or feet becauseof my titties, as I struggled to get dressed. Out of breath and gruntingheavily and with a lot of effort, I finally managed to pull the shortson. I stood there panting as if I had walked a mile. Finding mysandals, I slid them on and walked down the stairs; holding the railingtightly for support. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I wasblinded by a bright. Upon it, written in thinblue biro, is an address.Flat 806, Belvedere House, Clarendon Road, SouthseaI know where that is! I passed it most mornings on my way to lectures whenI was a fresher billeted at the Bembridge Hotel. Eleven stories high.Broad steps fringed with potted palms rising to the main entrance. 24-hourconcierge. Floodlit rear car park. Close enough to the sea front, theSouth Parade Pier and Palmerston Road shopping centre for residents totake full advantage of the facilities.