He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep still. “Mmmmm” he let out a low sound of someone not wanting to wake yet. Seeing her opportunity his... beautiful girlfriend tiptoed toward the bed removing the boxers she had put on to go make coffee. She still had her tshirt and some small white ankle socks on. Gently climbing onto the bed she straddled his face, the heat of her moist lips radiated down onto his mouth, his nostrils were filled with the sweet musky scent of her sex. “Good morning. I fiddled with my own coffee for a second. Grabbed a croissant. This island is a favorite honeymoon destination and I’m used to seeing just-married couples here. They have a very distinct vibe about them when things are going well. The guys are smug. The women look, to put it politely, satisfied.Sarah didn’t have that look. Plus, here she is with me, a stranger, having coffee at mid-morning instead of upstairs in bed with her new husband. My second thought was, I confess, hope. No, not hope I. He was making these soft whimpering noises and speaking in his native tongue really made me go to work on his cock more feverishly "Fuck, you are good at that baby," he told me as he wrapped his hands in my, dark hair. He pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. I let it slide in, swallowing it down. I took it all the way into my throat till my lips were pressed to the base of his cock."Oh FUCK! You are good at this Indian slut," he groaned as I slid my mouth back up his cock.I let his cock plop. Symphony took it in her hand and guided it to her drooling mouth. Her mouth curled around the head, then Curly pushed his hips forward and she took it completely into her mouth. Symphony moaned with intense pleasure as she felt his prick growing in size, stretching slowly down her throat."Mmmmmmmm!" she purred, chewing on the base of his prick with her glistening lips. She felt the coarse fabric of his pants against her lips and the jagged edge of his zipper. Reaching just above his prick,.