It must have been at least 10 minutes now that he was fucking her, and she was surprised that he still hadn't cum.She had heard her husband cum about ... minutes ago, when he let out a loud groan. He was sitting in a chair he had pulled up close to the bed. His legs stretched out hard and twitching, as he furiously stroked his cock to a big cum. She had noticed that after wards he just sat there, with his cum all over his hand and legs. Hell, the slob even had it on the chair, but at least she. We are going straight back to your hotel room. And I am going to fuck you senseless. Don't argue with me. Don't tell me you're hungry. Don't tell me you're not in the mood. We'll take care of any needs you have afterwards. But first I've got to fuck the living shit out of you. Do you understand?"She nodded her head solemnly. "Yes, Andrew." Good. Let's get back to work then."But the closer we got to 5:00, the more pressure built in me. It felt almost like anger but it wasn't. Maybe it was. She said I had made her wait while I was having fun and she wants to punish me by not letting me fuck her tonight! But I wasn’t going to listen and started kissing her madly everywhere and squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. I was licking her neck and face and literally eating her with my hands.Unable to resist anymore, Ridhima quickly opened my pants and put her hand inside my boxers. She had a wicked smile as she gripped my thick cock and started stroking it while we were. There was no watch. She had no mirror to look in. “I do though. I need him, I want him so badly,” she thought.Michelle grabbed the seat of the swing and pushed off it, hanging from it, high above the ground. “Mickey. I need you!” she argued with herself. She let go and floated down.When she landed on the grass, knowing she was dreaming, she searched for him. He was nowhere in sight. “Mikey!” she called out to him, her calls echoing off of something she couldn’t see.“Mikey! Please come.