I diversify; back to my Isabelle. Her body was so perfect that I felt I could; and in fact did; kiss and lick her all over, every inch of her; from ar...pits to anus. She was a delight to my tongue; body fluids were exchanged at will.Her labia were a joy to behold. So neat, so tidy; a perfect slit just like her little sister. But then what lies within? Again; perfection, neat tidy with no excess folds of skin. Then under that little hood lay her clitoris; that little pleasure button which made. Wanting to please him, I took him in without teasing, sucking and dragging my tongue along his impressive length. He grunted as he fucked my mouth, and it wasn't long before his hot release was sliding down my throat. He let go of my hair and massaged my scalp as he caught his breath. When he finally tilted my chin up to meet his eyes, his expression was relaxed and happy. "Thank you, sweet girl. Let's eat, and then we'll have playtime." My whole body broke out in goosebumps. I knew what. In truth, Táchira had been the best lover of all the masseuses. That second time we’d been together he’d taken me in every position I knew and a couple I had never even dreamed of. I could remember being on top of him at one point—arms out wide like the wings of a plane as I’d undulated on his beautifully hard cock like a lap dancer—and after I’d cum for the umpteenth time he’d steadily fucked me again, missionary style, for well over an hour. But as experienced as Táchira had been, there was. I had been bored watching tv in my hotel room and still had a few hours before starting work so came down to chat to her while she finished off setting up the restaurant. As I looked around the restaurant I saw she had made 1 or 2 mistakes with some of the tables while we had been talking, I didn't know if she had done this because she was shy or just because she was possibly concentrating more on me I was hoping.We had been talking for about 10 minutes when the Head Housekeeper came in to the.