I walked closer to the bed only to find a single red rose and a note laying on my pillow. I picked up the note and on it said, "A Rose for Her Majesty..." I smiled since I knew that he had left this for me. I laid the note and the nightstand and went to put the rose in one of the glasses from the small kitchenette. After I had done so, I unpacked my suitcase and pulled my hairbrush from it. As I was brushing out the knots I walked over to the balcony. I had already opened the door to let in some. Une hath me liya or hilane lagi maine bola k muh me lo to wo mana karne lagi fir maine bola jaan maza ayega to wo boli k pehle aise kabhi try nahi kiya to maine bola aub karke dekho usne mera topa apne muh liya or choosne lagi to maine bola k thoda or muh me lo usne adha lund muh me liya or choosne lagi mujhe bot maza aya or use bhi fir maine use bed pe lita diya or uski tango k beech me beth gaya or uski gili choot pe hath ferne laga. Bade dino baad maine nangi choot dekhi thi uski choot ekdum. His whines became more impatient at the scent of her female heat.His long tongue flicked out and lapped her dripping cunt, and he seemed to go wild. He licked and licked at the cream she oozed, whimpering as he tasted her. Shelley whimpered, too, but this time the animal did not scold her with a growl. He was too excited with the bitch-scent that stirred his pulse.Rhoda, watching from the sidelines, had let herself slowly down onto the blankets in a sitting position. From her vantage point, she. "Always smooth, slow motion. A jolt could push us over the edge. Not yet, wait..."We finally stopped and rested, if you could call panting, shrieking and shaking "resting." My pussy fluttered all the time, and with each little orgasm, it would clamp down on Bob's glorious hardness and ripple.Even stopped, orgasms kept rolling over us every thirty seconds or so. We managed to get a quick swallow of water and towel off some of the sweat. The boiler pressure seemed so high the walls were bulging.