Oliver stood quietly waiting while Vera sweated visibly, then began to shake, watching his eyes. Finally, from a dry throat, she uttered, "I don't kno..., Master." You don't know?" Oliver cocked his head. "Why not? I'm aware of four ... How many am I not aware of?"Vera hung her head. "I don't know, Master. Many. At the time, I didn't bother to count." Tears poured."Fifty? A hundred?" Oliver prompted."Somewhere between, I think," she husked. "Probably ... over sixty." Probably over sixty. Possibly. ‘Mmm, yes, that’s just how I like baby,’ she murmured, her normally bright eyes lidded as waves of pleasure shot up through her spine. Her clutching hands found the head between her thighs, holding him there while her slim hips arched up towards the attentive tongue. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips when it edged inside her. ‘Like that … just like that,’ she panted, curling her fingers into her boyfriend’s soft stubbly hair. Bringing her out of her sleep like this was one of Marc’s. " As she slid her fingertips in between the younger woman's pussy lips and parted them as if they were the petals of a rare flower.Vivian was so turned on, that her pussy literally had fluid running out of it. The plump redhead licked it up like nectar from the gods while she eased two fingers into the coed's vagina and gently touched its front wall with her fingertips. She rubbed that special spot that many men can't find, as a series of whimpering, whining sounds squeaked their way out of the. I just went in the toilet and peeked through the “blinds style” wooden door. It was an international hostel which French, Americans, Koreans, and Germans all over the place. I was hoping for the French guys but they disappeared so soon. So I set my eyes on the two Koreans. One got the top bunk of my bed and around 9am there no people around just us (with the Japanese guy). While the Jap was busy with his laptop the young Korean guy, sort of rested on his bunk. I then jacked off down since there.