She wore her hair shortish, cut just below her shoulders and pulled back into a small ponytail.I liked her looks. She was an ebony version of Soraya; ...urprisingly petite in stature, her slenderness making her appear younger. But, like Soraya, it was the way she smiled. It was full and open, eyes sparkling, white teeth; powerful enough to light up a dark room. I’d always had a soft spot for world-class smiles. In a smart, light grey ladies business suit and a pale blue silk blouse, she was very. Then as she started pulling off my penis I waited enjoying the tightness and heat as her pussy was sucking my cock so hard. Then as she was getting close to being completely pulled off me I grabbed her hips hard and pulled her completely down my shaft balls deep and exploded inside her. I could feel her juices running down my balls as she creamed all over my cock. I’ve never felt her creaming before. Yes she got wet but this was like coating my cock with a warm thick oil. I wish it could have. You lay back on the sand next to your sinfully high heels; you bite your lip waiting for my next move. You could feel me beginning to get harder, my bulge started pressing against you. I take in your incredible body, and start kissing your neck, kissing, licking and sucking every sexy contour; and uncontrollably I work my way down your firm body, treating each nipple with my sucking lips, swirling tongue and nipping teeth; bringing you rushes a****listic passion. I sit back and remove my shirt. ’ I could tell from the expression on his face it wasn’t going to happen. Our parents live in Hastings. Had they chosen to retire in Paris, Monique would probably have moved in with them. ‘We’ll see…’ was all he said. No fucking chance, in other words. Although we grew up in Leiden, we drove to his villa in Soest. (Which is pronounced ‘soost’.) It’s a small village just outside Utrecht and it has a reputation for being the sort of place where rich people like to buy property. I’m a city girl,.