As she sipped coffee I began planting soft kisses on her boobs, she seemed to enjoy it as her left hand began to caress my hair as I moved down and ki...sed her navel softly.She finished her coffee and got up and picked up her panties to wear, it was at that moment that I held her hand, kissed her and asked her “Nidhi, can I fuck you once more darling?” She nodded in consent with a smile, that gave my dick more than a twitch, it was partially erect now. I knew exactly what I had to do. I picked. I didn’t even realise my boxers had accompanied them – until I felt the warmth and velvety softness of her mouth enclosing my (now rock-hard) dick!!I craned my neck to see, not daring to attempt to touch her again, for fear she would stop! And was greeted with the sight of this Asian vision of loveliness, kneeling before me, clad in exquisite black and gold lingerie, with her beautiful hair draping artistically across my midriff, both her hands grasped gently around and stroking my shaft, with. “Nothing, it’s not you.” I held both her hands and kept looking at her, “Then what is it?” I was staring into the deep pools of Anne’s big brown eyes, which were brimming with so much liquid it seemed she was about to cry. “It’s just… Well… I’ve never… I mean…” Anne’s voice trailed off pleadingly and she looked at me imploringly. Anne collected herself and looked up into my eyes again. “John?” She started hesitantly. “Is it ok if I just go back to my room tonight?” I could see how scared Anne. His cock was throbbing inside my throat. There was nothing to swallow, all his cum was released past the throat. Throat muscles give a wonderful massage to a deep-throating cock, so I pretended to swallow as much as I could to massage his stiff pole. It’s the ultimate pleasure for a throat fucker. I heard him moaning with pleasure and felt him sliding his cock even deeper. I was almost gasping for some air when he pulled out. As I laid with my head lower than my throat, when he unplugged my.