They got in and went off. I almost said they got off, but they probably did that some time earlier, in the room.I crossed to the hotel with my usual l...mp. Hey! I had two artificial legs, I always limped on one side or the other. With my roller suitcase and laptop and sports coat, I fitted right in with the Saturday crowd at the posh Century Hotel. I walked in and headed straight for the coffee shop.Coffee shop to coffee shop. If I didn't watch it, I'd spend most of the rest of the day in the. He demanded she cum again and all over the table and he was going to make her lick it clean. As soon as he said it she came hard, releasing more cunt juice on the table. She was quivering with orgasm. Mr Johnson asked her if she was ready for a load of cum. She nodded dumbly not quite sure what she was going to do with it. He told her she should try to swallow it all. She said yes but immediately felt dirty and degraded like a slut. Mr Johnson told her that is exactly what she was - a slut.. ’ ‘I have always loved that fact that you were so giving.’ ‘Love me enough to come back home?’ ‘I can’t Mike.’ ‘You can but you won’t.’ ‘Mike don’t do that.’ ‘Do what?’ ‘Make me feel bad about my decision.’ ‘I’m not trying to Mami but just as much as this shit hurts you it hurts me too.’ I laid my head on his chest for a few minutes we stood in silence our arms wrapped around one another. ‘We can go round for round but you leaving again is nowhere in this solution.’ I felt his cell vibrate, he. The immediate scent of my cum and pheromones makes me salivate along with you, I can't help but move my fingers between my open lips and plunge them inside of my wet vagina. I stroke my g-spot, feeling it grow full under my fingertips while you watch. Your cock grows harder as you intently focus your gaze on my knuckles peeking out from my wet, dark vagina . The moment I lay my head back and shut my eyes to focus on orgasm, you take my wrist and pull my hand and fingers away from my pussy. You.