I am attracted toAlicia but not to other girls I know, and definitely not any guys I couldthink of. Realizing I was making no headway on this, I start...d thinkingabout Alicia and the way she had kissed me. Immediately I started gettingthat warm feeling, and a tingly sensation started in several differentareas of my body. I had fought against my body for so long, I had neverlet myself feel this way. For the first time in my life while I was lostin the moment, I let my hands explore. At first I. Roland’s gaze was torn between looking at the finely-wrought painting and the artist. Judging from the exotic dark skin and ornate costumes of the figures, the painting seemed to be a mythical scene of the god and goddess Baron La Croix, Haitian deities of love and lust. The painting drew him to her. Roland took in the artist’s exposed décolletage, in the moonlight her skin was radiant and smooth as a creamy dark calfskin. He longed to run his fingers over her neck, her jaw, through her hair. I forgot to tell about her.She was a gorgeous fair woman in her thirties, great figure with nice boobs,not so big no so small and a nice ass.As I undressed her, we were in standing position I was kissing her and fondling her boobs , she had nice brown nipples. I started sucking her boobs and fondling them to which she moaned nicely and then she went down to suck my thick cock.She likes to suck my cock but she was not good at sucking.She like my cock as my cock was thicker than her. Sascha returned my gaze. I nodded toward the door, and she smiled andstarted in that direction. We escaped from the reception undetected andgiggled as we walked hand in hand to Sascha's room. Sascha fumbled withher key card, trying to open the door. At long last, she got the dooropen and we tumbled into the room. We collapsed on the bed and begansharing deep, passionate kisses. Sascha was a hot little vixen, and ittook all my willpower not to rip off my synthetic vagina and plunge mypenis.