I don’t think I could ever recall someone looking at me with that amount of venom in their expression before. It really did make my blood run cold. ...owever, I had also been aware that the guy from the cliffs had watched the unspoken exchange between the severe woman and myself. I could read nothing in his deadpan expression, other than that he was well aware that a mental confrontation had taken place. By the time I had made it to the ground floor, the two people carriers and one large. We cleared our schedules and left for the Maldives from Mumbai. It was a much-needed getaway for all of us. It was after so long that we had an all-girls trip. We could sense it was going to be wild! Natasha, the bride, and myself were accompanied by 5 other friends as we set off for the Maldives. We got ourselves a villa with an amazing view.Exactly how most influencers and celebrities show the Maldives to be. It was calm and peaceful and just so relaxing. The day we got there,. My gentle ministrations appeased her for the moment, and her grip on my hips insisted on a slightly quicker pace.Betsy drove me in and out of her tightness, keeping me at bay like a taskmistress. She increased her pace again, and this was when I knew true torture.Betsy guided me to a faster pace, but steadfastly kept my hips from contacting hers. I was in essence, half-fucking her. I find the greatest pleasure from stimulation to the very root of my cock, and this was becoming a frustration.For. I guess it didn't hurt to take one peek through the blinds. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her. She was chatting with a couple of female friends by the side of the road. It looked like they were all dressed up to go on a night out. Her hair was in cute little ringlets, and her smooth pale skin shimmered in the golden-hour evening light. She was wearing a very tight, short, black dress and a pair of sexy heels. She was going to get a lot of attention from guys that night: a lot of.