" Get out!" she snapped."It's all right no offence," he said, "I can see you aren't the type." What type?" Saffron demanded."Fit athletic," he said, "...ou're not a dancer you're more the elegant wallflower type." I could dance a dammed sight better than those two!" Saffron insisted, "What on earth was that last girl thinking about!" "That's the trouble love, can't get the staff," he admitted."I mean it's only a bit of performance art with some gymnastics, and of course choreographed to suit the. I approached her and found she had a pretty face to go along with her nice butt. I introduced myself as one of the speakers scheduled for tomorrow's agenda (a lie) and so Diana let me pay for a drink (a Black Russian) as we struck up a conversation. A few minutes into it, I knew she was just thinking about the conference, unsuspecting of my intentions. She was married and just at the bar to have a few drinks before going back up to her room. I was no more than 48 and I definitely didn't look. She knew she was teasing him mercilessly, but he kept still, apart from the tell-tale growing hardness between his legs and the almost imperceptible, unconscious rising and falling of his hips. Silently, Kimi leaned forward, placing her hands on the mattress on either side of his torso, and slid up over him, grazing his back and his buttocks ever so lightly with her erect nipples, moving slowly to and fro. Then she leaned down and extended her tongue-tip, tracing slowly along the supple skin of. "Just hurry up." I replied"Not likely."That is when I felt him pull his dick out of my ass, giving me a empty feeling and honestly, wanting more. I looked in between my legs and I saw him move back in to really start and pound me. I also saw some precum leak from my dick which did not surprise me. I was turning into a gay butt slut and I was loving it.He started to pick up his pace, pounding me like there was no tomorrow. Hearing his balls slap my skin turned me on like nothing else. "Maybe.