Unlike most hotels, the doors at this motel did not close automatically. I could see the roof of my car on the parking lot as I was down on my knees ...otally naked sucking a bicker’s cock next to my bed.My first urge was to stand up and close the door. And I tried; however, the tug back kept me on my place. Upon noticing my attempt, the biker hardened his grasp on my hair, forcing and mouth to maintain its wrap around his dick. With the muffled sound of a mouthful of his cock, I tried to say. There’s just little ole me, and you boys are so overwhelming. “ OK. The doors on the latch. Let yourselves in. We’re in the living room.” Gemma looked to George, straining at his bonds on the mattress. “Yeah. He’s here. All ready. I know... it’s sad. He’s pathetic, but it’s necessary. It’s the only way for him to learn. Oh God be quick baby. My cunts just gaping.” Gemma snapped the phone off and cast it aside on the table. She jumped down and placed her hands to her thighs. In a swift. She knew now that she'd been played by the handsome young man who was older, and had made her feel so grown up. She'd thought, as the years went on and on, that they HAD fallen in love. Then, when she left, and he obviously hadn't missed her as much as she'd missed him, her world began to darken. As her year of teaching went on, and she got busy, she blamed it all on him."Do you still love him... miss him?" asked Chuck, maddeningly."You are SO not getting into my panties, Mister," she. Sara thrust, down trying to capture my fingers with her pussy as I slowly removed them, but I wasn’t having that. I continued to play with her as I kept my eyes locked with hers. Sara gasped and moaned. At one point she even tried to wrap her legs around my arm. She was in heaven. She truly was a little bitch in heat. I let her have her orgasm which soaked my fingers with her juices. I took a moment to watch her as she lay there panting. I licked her juices off my fingers. She watched me do it,.