He tastes slightly salty and my pussy is so fucking wet because of it. I love the taste of his cum. I swallow every last drop like a hungry girl...He ...ollapses back against the couch, exhausted. I look up at him and smile, noticing that he's dripping with sweat...I get back on top of him and begin to kiss him slowly, softly, enjoying this moment of intimacy and allowing him to taste his cum on my lips...He kisses me back, his hand gliding up my thigh, to my pussy and he gasps, complete, heated. Guptaji was still in bed under the cover, he asked what happened, I said it was my maid who had come after a movie show. He said is it all ok, any news from Deepak, I said so far no news, we will call him once we are done. I don’t want to speak to him when we are into this.He smiled and said, ok darling. I quickly removed the robe and said come on Gupta Ji lets not waste time. I want you to have a memorable night, I stood naked in front of him and asked what is going to do now. He pulled me on. The room was steamy, but I still saw Carlos who was forty-two years old, one of the three Mexican-American men on the team, and one of the team leaders at the shower head next to me. He was in great shape, and when he turned my way I couldn’t help staring at his very large, brown cock. It was still soft and looked to be about seven inches long, uncircumcised and very thick. His balls are also the size of eggs and hung low in his hairy, brown scrotum, and his cock and balls were swinging between. She wore a skimpy night gown, it clung to her shape and accentuated her plump rear. The apartment was hot from the day with only a breeze blowing around from a ceiling fan. She was restless and not very interested in the current form of entertainment. Suddenly there was a jingle of keys and the clicking of the door opening and closing. She turned to see a shadow pass behind her and heard a soft, “Hello Love…” The gentleman placed his leather jacket over a chair back and tossed him keys on the.