“Is Mrs. McKinley here?” Joey asked but hesitating for a moment. He was not sure if he had the right house.“Oh, you mean Cynthia?” the lady re...lied in a sweet tone.“Yes ma’m, I’m one of her students.” Joey replied while eyeing her breasts.“Oh ok! Just wait here while I’ll call her.”As she went inside Joey heard her voice trailing and fading as she called Mrs. McKinley. After a few minutes Cynthia was at the door sweaty and all, she was wearing a tight half shirt which tried desperately to. So we had matched on Tinder, we messaged for a while and decided that we would meet in Ahmedabad (her hometown) near a KFC. So we got dinner had some fun, I started touching her hand while talking which she was fine with too. So then she had come by bike and she said she will drop me back to my hotel.While she was riding the bike, I was sitting behind her and I decided to make a move and hugged her from behind and pressed her stomach, which was literally very much flat. I also went close to her. . I hear the creak of the stairs as someone heads down. I know it must be him, as he attempts to be quiet but he doesn't yet know the secrets of the house, and which steps to avoid. I pause in my rubbing, knowing that I will cum in seconds if I continue. I keep my hand holding my panties to the side, listening and anticipating each step, wondering if he will come all the way down here or stop in kitchen and go back to bed. His feet come into view first, as he continues down the step. It takes. She was teasing him, and he wanted more. He stripped off all of his clothes and walked, following the rose petals. He was led into the bedroom. He opened the door and awaited seeing her waiting for him on their bed. However, he only saw the sheets were black beech wood. He looked around for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. He moved closer to the bed and touched the sheets. They were 1000 thread count and it felt like butter on his fingertips. Then he smelled her perfume again, but before he.