So the shower was her refuge, and it would be a perfect refuge if it wasn't so cramped. Every time she turned around, her massive breasts slapped agai...st a wall or against the glass door, reminding her of her unique silhouette. Every time she arced her back to properly wash her hair, her imposing bosom pressed against the shower door, and every movement made her skin squeak against the glass. Jessica sighed. There was no escaping her reality, after all.As she turned off the water, another sound. After a while, a good Punjabi girl in the hotel attire entered the gym and spoke to one of the customers about something. Let e describe her, she was fair, slim with sharp features and with good assets. I glanced at her and smiled. To which she replied with an equal pleasing smile, though it was due to mere work ethics. After I changed and showered and got ready for my conference. I was wearing a black suit with a nice crisp white shirt. Not to exaggerate but I looked pretty handsome, thanks to. But he didn’t let me to figure him out properly. The timings of sleep in India and UK. are different, that’s why I use to have problems in waking up.One morning I get up early than Charles and find out a huge bulge in the blanket. My heart was saying to taste it but I could not. I just lay over my bed and started looking at it. After some time, he woke up and switch on the lights and started searching something. As he removed the blanket, I got the glimpse of his dick for the first time, and. She gave me a dirty look.I chuckled and said, “You do know that we have been fucking for like four hours now. I think that we should be comfortable enough that you can pee in front of me.”“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t want to ruin the moment,” she answered.I looked her over and exclaimed, “I don’t think that it is possible for you to turn me off.”She wiped, stood up and flushed. She walked over and turned the shower on.I walked over to her and grabbed her hips from behind. I kissed her shoulders and.