”“Oh, Chris, that’s too expensive.”“Don’t worry about the price, dear. Chris is known to be a frugal man. He probably has the very first d...llar he ever earned. When he gets hold of a dollar coin, he grips it so tightly that the eagle loses its feathers trying to escape.”“Pam, forget the cost. Someday I will explain my financial situation to you. If you think Chet your ex was wealthy, he was not. Well-to-do, but not wealthy, whereas I am what is referred to as stinking rich. Plus, I want to. Three times I stuck my tongue in her hole, then drew it slowly up her slit to circle her clitoris, tasting her tart, flowing juices along the way. She ripped out a sentence in German that needed no translation. “Stop teasing and finish me, you bastard!” is pretty easy to understand. I covered her clit with my mouth and began the same fast, light flicking motion with my tongue tip that I’d used on Dagmar with my finger. The result was the same, yet wonderfully different. In. I managed to somehow swap with someone so I could start on the same floor again. This time unfortunately there was no "please make my room" sign outside her door. There was no do not disturb sign so I knocked on the door to see if anyone was inside (curiously). To my surprise and luck she answered the door, fully dressed of course but no nylons, regardless she still looked stunning as I remembered. I offered to service her room or provide change of towels. She said she would be leaving soon and. “I used to ride dressage. I lost my hymen years ago. Stop stalling.”Lauren pulled me forward and helped Suzanne line me up, then showed her the trick of pulling her legs back to open herself. I slipped my cock into her lips, leaving it just at the entrance. Suzanne bucked her hips and managed to get me in a bit deeper.“Fuck, push it in, I want to feel it all.”I did as she asked, but slowly. Suzanne was incredibly tight, and despite the liquid pouring from her, it took a couple of minutes to.