Miranda leans her hands on the wall for support and Paul pounds Aziza’s cunt relentlessly, wanting to cum in her too. “Yes, fuck me, Paul. Cum in ...e, eat me out like you did Miranda!” Aziza commands before burying her face in Miranda’s cunt again. Paul tightens his hands on Aziza’s hips again and pulls out till there’s only about an inch inside of her. He gently thrusts against her, hitting her g-spot. He fucks her like this until she gushes again, her scream buried in Miranda’s mound. This. "Hi, I'm Jillian," the brunette said, brightly. "I'll be happy to show you to your room."The room was beautiful, bright and airy. High ceilings, pale bamboo wood floors, warm colors and décor reminiscent of an ancient Roman villa. Sliding glass doors lined three sides of the room. On side faced a small manicured garden area and a pathway leading into the tropical forest.The "center" of the room opened toward the cove, where about twenty yards of lawn was all that separated the couple from the. His dick widens and the ample head blossomed into my hungry mouth. His hands found there way to the back of my head and he began to slowly pump his hardening tool into my oh so wanting and watering mouth. He was hard now, his wide dickhead choking deep into my throat. By now I had figured out how to not panic but breath through my nose with my throat clogged with cock head. Bert was in no hurry to cum this time. He was leisured in his fucking of my mouth, working his dick deep into my throat.. But for once he would like to just go home, kick back and have a couple of beers. "Last call for flight 639 to Gatwick. Last call" Grabbing his laptop and backpack he made his way to the gate. 'Finally home' was all he could think. Approaching the gate he got his passport and boarding pass ready. In front of him stood a woman in what he guessed as being late twenties to mid thirties. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a tight little bun which complimented the blue dress she wore. She looked.