We hit another ATM in Arkansas, to stock up on cash. We got a motel room and waited until three A.M. to walk the three blocks to the machine in the da...k. It was in a parking lot, which let us approach it from the off-camera side and cover the lens with duct tape, instead of disabling the camera like last time. And this time he manipulated the physical lock and opened it as if he had a key. I felt bad that whoever stocked the thing might get blamed for the missing cash, but we left it open, not. .” Herfinger went all the way in, a few times. To help me relaxed, she took my cock in her mouthand sucked gently. The sensations in my ass and cock were terrific. I didn’t care muchabout the pain anymore. It was kind of nasty, but sexy. Then she turned around, on herknees, displaying a most sexy and inviting bubble butt, saying: “OK, now clean me. Don’tbe shy.” I wasn’t, and cleaned her with my fingers reaching as far as I could. “Push in andout, fucking motion.” She said. I did. “Faster.” She. This time the kiss was less urgent and more intimate, as if our relationship had instantly gone from raw carnal passion to something more real and lasting. For a few minutes we kissed as I fucked her slowly and she rubbed her legs up and down my back. Breaking the kiss, she pushed me back, my cock sliding out of her warmth. Surprising me, she moved her nylon-clad feet to my raging hard on. ‘Ever had a nylon foot job?’ she asked, as her right foot moved up and down my shaft. ‘Only in my dreams,’. Angad saw his petite secretary approaching him topless in black jeans. She tied her hair over her head as she sat down on her knees right in front of Angad’s crotch. Without wasting any time, Swati unbuttoned Angad’s trousers and lowered them along with his boxer. She took out his huge 8-inch monster and started stroking it with her small hands. She was much more experienced now than she was a year ago when Angad slept with her for the first time. She took her time to tease Angad by giving him.