I gasped for air as I took his cum over my face. "You like that whore?" he asked me "Yes I like your cum" I answered "Call me daddy" he then said "You...like black cum whore?" he then said "Yes daddy" I replied "I love black cum daddy" I finished saying "You like black cock whore" he then asked "Yes daddy I love black cock" I answered. Looking up at him, "Thank you daddy" I began "Your fuckin' white whore loves your fuckin' black cock" I added as he took hold of his cock and began to rub it. Stick two fingers in your pussy. Fingerfuck yourself. Imagine my cock driving between your legs." Her mouth seemed to take a renewed interest, her lips so tight that it was getting difficult to drive it back and forth. And her tongue seemed to be everywhere, lathering up his cock from the tip down the shaft, the raspy surface of her tongue bringing such pleasures to his cock. He couldn't help himself any longer, his cock continually leaking into her hot mouth, his balls tingling as they. We stopped and saw an older grey haired man staring right at us. He was on the adjoining balcony, next to ours, he was in the adjoining room, "Would you guys like me to take a photo"?His accent was decidedly American, a man in his mid to late fifties and with a smile as wide as his face on seeing us naked and about to engage in sexual activity."No thanks", I giggled, still holding my husbands cock, "we just arrived and felt the urge", I continued. I could see through the porous brickwork he was. ‘We can’t find Ashira while we’re sitting here and talking!’ he shouted. ‘Why are you moving in on my girl?’ Mark wanted to know. ‘You broke up with her, she isn’t your girl anymore,’ Jake growled, taking a step towards Mark. ‘Boys!’ Crystal shouted, stepping in between Mark and Jake. ‘This isn’t helping,’ she said. ‘I want to go out and look for her,’ Jake told Lindsey, ignoring Mark. ‘So do I,’ Mark chimed in. Jake turned on Mark. ‘You have no business being here,’ Jake told him. ‘Sure I do..