He grabbed me and started to kiss me and pulled my bottoms off. I wanted to fuck him again, I don’t know why. He pushed me onto the vanity and place... my legs up on his shoulders and pressed his cock into my gooey pussy. This was happening so fast, my body wanted his dick, wanted his sperm deep in my womb. I did not understand why I felt like this. He was banging away, hard, my pussy was nearing another orgasim. I wanted to feel him cum again, I wanted him to flood my snatch with his hot seed. I. Let me describe the busty Rashmi Gowda. Rashmi is a milky fair-skinned woman carrying perfectly shaped assets. She wore a deep shiny red colored saree which was flashy and attractive on her skin. She had a round face with full chubby cheeks like an idle.She was very pretty with small deep eyes and a long sharp nose. Her lips were thick with red lipstick smeared. She had small ears with a big silver earring dangling. My dirty mind dreamed of banging Rashmi in a doggy with her heavy boobs and. Bubbly. The night cleared, curves and lines seeming crisper somehow. Colors more vibrant. And God damn it, so was she. Red turned to green and the two guys booed as she hit the accelerator and turned onto the empty road. She grinned. Oh, boys. So easily let down? Daphne slowed, glancing at the back of the tent in her side mirror. Clicking on her blinker, she swung the car into the opposite side of the tent in the little strip mall. Drove up the columns of empty parking spots until reaching. Two weeks of torture. On the appointed day we arrived at the motel and checked in. The young woman at the reception desk slowly explained the amenities awaiting us: pool, sauna, exercise room. I noticed Dawn was fidgeting as much as I. There was only one amenity on our minds. We got in the elevator and headed up to the third floor. We kissed. She felt my hard cock through my pants and moaned into the kiss: “I want this!” I dropped the keycard twice. Dawn laughed, her hand on my ass. The lock.