As I feel your tight pussy clench even tighter around my cock, you squeeze your legs around me and grip me tightly. I thrust into you as hard as I can...and hold it, making sure every inch of my cock is in you; I want to fill you. I want your clit to rub against my pubic bone and for you to nearly pass out it feels so good. Your orgasm lasts a minutes or two, and I can start to feel you come out of it so I pull my cock all the way out of you just to here you whimper. Covered in your cum, I put my. "you know we've got 200 extra cigarettes over our duty free allowance? Well when we get to the hotel, do you fancy playing the naughty customs officer and the international smuggler?" she smirked."Could be fun, but we forgot to pack the latex gloves," I grinned.It took me and my dirty little slut a few days to acclimatize to the Tunisian heat, but once we got stuck into the Duty Free Vodka, she decided it was time for an interrogation. I had popped out for some cola from the bar, and when I. I turned to face her putting the sugar on the counter. She pulled my shorts down and told me to sit on the counter. My cock throbbed hard as she stroked me then went down on my shaft. I watched her as she slid her hot mouth along my pole down to my balls, licking and sucking.I knew if I let her continue much longer I would blow my load soon and I wanted to cum inside her pussy. I told her we should go to the TV room, and got off the counter leading her by the hand. Before getting on the sofa I. Adrienne smiled softly as Gor offered her food from his own plate."You are the best friend I could ever ask for," she said. "I know how hopeless our situation is, yet with you, friend Gor, I feel safe, protected."His hand rested lightly on her shoulder. She began to hum a plaintive folk tune from her childhood. Gor was at once puzzled and delighted. He looked at her quizzically, head cocked to one side to listen. "It's called music," she laughed.She began singing the words as well as she could.