Fuck her with that fucking cock. Make her cum all over your cock." It was relentless, her whispers. Her lips tickled the side of his neck, behind h...s ear, and despite the sweltering 100-plus degree heat, he got chills.The brunette's name was Brady. She was the owner of a Chelsea art gallery, prone to wearing the latest in fashion and fitting in with all the beautiful, elite women of Manhattan. She was good friends with Johannah, whom introduced her to James after three days into the first. I wanted her too.“This stays between us”, I whispered and she nodded. The next thing I know, her lips were crashing on mine, sucking my lips like it meant everything to her. Her hands landed on my boner and I felt her smile.I unhooked her blouse and caressed her breasts from above her bra. She inhaled sharply before unbuttoning my kurta. I unhooked her bra and licked her nipples, kneaded her breasts. She moaned and that was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard. I munched on her nipples like a. She stroked it, cleaned it with soap, rinsed it with water and then opened her mouth to lick and suck it gently. “Uhhhh,” I said, “yes you are good!” She continued to massage my cock with her mouth, lipping, slipping, sucking ,, then I pushed her back saying “OK babe lets finish this and we can really get down to things!”. She looked up with a fake pout on her face – we both laughed! A joyous sound. She stood up.I started to wash her, removing her hard earned sweat from her glorious skin.. " Good enough. Let's go see Nora. Dinner will be on the table at noon."Nora was more relaxed today than she had been on Thursday. The house shined, as she had worked on it without stopping. There was still one room upstairs that needed doing, and the mud room at the back entrance hadn't been straightened up as of yet. I directed the boys to where they could wash their hands upstairs. John and I used the other one off the living room. "You have a beautiful home here." You wouldn't have thought.