I packed light just a small carry on as I always worried about loosing my luggage and always felt ripped off have to pay the extra cash. I had planned...a route to her place where I could pick up some things that were not allowed on the plane. Those special things that are essential between two lovers. A bottle of Prosecco, two in one massage oil, and of course the cliché dozen red roses.We had been messaging for several months now. We exchanged pictures and would video chat often. She loved her. When the summer came, he worked without his shirt a lot and he was very hairy. Most of my men had been boys so nobody that I ever had slept with was that hairy. First I thought it was kind of gross, but I got used to it and did not think much about it. One day, Steve was out in his garage and sounded so happy when I walked in there. He told me had had finally finished the Master bathroom and felt like celebrating. He asked if I would like to celebrate his first big achievement with his. “Oh, God, I want your cum! Feed me! Pour out onto my tongue, and let me gulp your love down! Drain yourself into my face! Fuck my throat, and let me have it! I want it all, and I want it in my mouth! Oh, god! Now, please, now!”Then she took me back into her mouth, pulling my ass cheeks as if to screw my dickhead through her throat and into her stomach entirely. Pumping her head back and forth on my beef baton, she was fucking her own face on me.I had been close prior to her soliloquy of lust,. I let me top leg fall back a bit, giving her more access, which she answered by exploring me further down. I could tell she was working out where my labia were, and my clit. I felt a warm oozy slipperiness between my panties and my skin as she rubbed slightly harder. Emboldened, she slid her fingers under the elastic and traced down through my trimmed pubes to my throbbing clit. Her two fingers pushed past it and into the tight puffiness of my lips, drawing warm lube out with them and pulling.