Her lips hovered over mine briefly. Her eyes fluttered and closed and she whispered with a soft, almost religious hush, "Baby. My baby." And then she ...issed my mouth. Fully, her lips pressing and gliding, her tongue slithering. Without hunger, without yearning. But with patient relish.Her lips left mine. Rising again, she looked down the length of us and I looked down and watched and she watched as she carefully raised her belly and allowed my cock to stand. She lifted a little higher, and her. In a matter of seconds, he followed her lead, and pumped her ass full of his hot jizz until he was drained. They both fell in a heap onto the sand. Paulo crawled up on top of her curled up body, as if to protect her from the relentless tide rushing in. He held her in his arms, and straightened her long hair, exposing her neck to his warm kisses.“That was so incredible, Paulo. It was better than my fantasy. Thank you so much!” She whispered. She had a knack for amazing him, and now was no. " I said to myself while a sneaky little grin appeared. Why should I feel ashamed of wanting that sweet release? I wanted the end result and didn't care if I had to do it alone with nothing but my imagination. I was not going to sleep until I was satisfied. I looked at the alarm clock on the ceiling to see if it was too late for a booty call. I didn't want to seem desperate. 1:30am is way too late to call someone and not make it obvious. Looks like it's just me tonight, well me and whichever. But I don’t dress vulgar. Coming to the story. I reside in Chennai. I have to attend my cousins wedding in Delhi. Husband couldn’t come. So me and my small k**s packed off and went in train. After reaching we checked in the hotel which my hubby already booked. Delhi people looked at me with full lust.We entered the room by evening 5. We freshened up and were sitting. I was in my nighty. By 6.30 bell rang. I opened a 40 old dusky man in boxers and T-shirt was standing outside. I asked who are u?.