At first glance it engages their habitually over-sized egos. Next it quickly and unsuspectingly lures them in, driving them to think about – better ...et lust after – the all important moniker they have acquired or are striving to obtain: VIP. So out come the check books and portfolios of the filthy rich who attend this event, just waiting to be tapped. For it is here in this exclusive five star resort that anyone who is anyone – at least within the realm of the WSJ or Forbes Magazine – gathers. While doing that a tiny dust fell inside her eyes .she rubbed her eyes and it became reddish.So she asked me to see her eyes to remove that dust.I was nothing more intension and I sat very closed to her and hold her head and tried to see and remove that dust.At that time my lips touched her eye lids. She smiled and asked me “Enthada kannintaham kiss cheyyunnoda?”.I told “Sorry ariathe pettu poyatha.” She smiled and left from there.My intention got wobbled thereafter.Then she was doing the. She tasted irresistibly delicious. Like fruit and honey. Kelli didn’t taste like this. I froze. Shit. Kelli. There was a clear thought. I tried to pull back but she held me even tighter, wrapping both of her arms around my neck and lifting her body so I could feel that perfect skin through the fabric of my clothes. I groaned and stuck my hand into her soft blond hair, letting my body press her farther into the couch. Her delicious lips parted and she sighed into me, bringing us closer together. She came within seconds. It was a gentle orgasm, not violent or heaving as some had been, but it was sensual satisfaction, just the same. I stopped suckling but continued tonguing her nipples while she came down to earth, and then began a downward quest with my hand to her crotch. Brushing my fingers across her pubic mound lightly, I could feel the heat of her excitement. There was a noticeable different in her body temperature from her abdomen to the mound of her crotch. Dusting my fingers.