After a little bit I told her I was going to roll the towel up and work on her thighs. I then folded the towel a couple of time, so it was just cover...ng her buttocks. I noticed right away she was wearing a bright pink thong as she slightly parted her legs.I work on the right thigh and then the left thigh rotating back and forth massaging the tension out of her muscles, massaging all the way up to just below her butt cheek. As the massage went on she would part her legs slightly and let out a. Her lips were nice and wide and she always seems to have a wicked smiled on her. Men loved looking at those lips. They loved the idea of what they would do their cocks. Caj could make even the most stubborn cock squirt in under a minute with her blow job skills but she liked to make it laugh. Her voice was thick and sultry and drove the man wild. Her face was beautiful. Around her neck she wore a necklace that had Jane and Tom wedding rings on them. It was a trophy. She had necklace at home. “I’m all yours!” I answered, smiling as she looked up at me, a devilish twinkle in her eye. Her small hand cupped my nuts as she kissed the slickness from my head before swallowing all of me. I could feel her nose against my pubic bone, her tongue rubbing the underside of my growing shaft. Humming softly, she let me grow in her mouth and began to bob up and down, stealing glances at me as she did so. Slipping off my head, she took my left testicle in her mouth, washing the crinkled skin with. We then rested as both of us were exhausted. Damn that was a good love making / fuck session. Santi called me a bastard and Gandu (ass hole in Indian) because I made her beg to be fucked. I kissed her and then she tried to avoid the kiss but I grabbed her and forced my tongue into her mouth. 30 seconds later she surrendered and accepted my tongue. Then she slid her tongue into my mouth. Santi told me that I am bad. She said you made me beg you to fuck me. No way could I imagine begging to be.