“Bartender, give me another double, it looks like I’m screwed.” I said, “no flight to New York tonight, eh”. She excused herself, and headed...in the waiting area. When Heather returned, she pounded her drink and said she needed to hustle over to the Hilton. The agent had told her very few rooms remained. She shook my hand and off she went. I took a quick glance at her ass, as she was leaving, not bad for a 45-year-old woman who has three k**s.I finished my drink, took one more final look at the. I now wore the condom I had brought.Now,she got down on her knees and blew me like a pro. I deep throated her and only allowed her to take her mouth off to spit on my dick. I was constantly shouting Aah..Suck it bitch. Harder. This went on for 7-8 minutes. As soon as she realised I was about to cum,she started shaking it really hard. Her face and boobs were cummed on,and whatever was there on the dick,she swallowed it. She did the same to the cum on her boobs and face.She was laughing madly.. He began to rub my leg and slowly travel up my thigh, then my inner thigh. Eventually, he reached my pussy.'Spread some more,'I complied.Then he rubbed my swollen pussy lips and my anus. After that, he dropped my soaked shirt on the floor.The rain getting heavier outside, so did the fire inside my pussy.He began to lick my ass. 'CY, I thought I am the loser?' I asked.'Yes, you lost. So don't you ever cum before I say so,'Quickly, he dropped his pants to reveal his hard young rod.He pulled my. “Arggg! Yes! Oh, Yes!” You gush into my mouth and I savor your taste. You are my nectar, you are my wine. I know it is only your first climax and I shall fuck you deep and hard, but now you are cumming for only my tongue, lips and fingers. It is still early. Letting your spasms subside, I move up your body and pause at your tummy, kissing my favorite liqueur cup and continue up to your breasts, again kissing and molesting each nipple, tasting your areola and inhaling the perfume your body.