She still felt like heaven. She held on for quite a while as did I and in that time I breathed the smell of her hair which was shorter but not above ...the shoulders. She wore a tight red ribbed top with wide open collar so you could see her pale shoulders and green spaghetti straps which looked like a bikini top showing under the shirt. She had on a pair of tight Levi red tags and a pair of sandals that showed off her red toe nails. She had rings on all fingers but the big diamond on the. The Latina in her gave her some great curves to be admired. I slip my hand through the crack and into her pussy, rubbing my fingers on her clit from behind, all while I fondle and lick her tits. Her breathing gets heavier and heavier and her tits pulsate harder and harder. She is now officially making me super horny.“Yasmin, I have a bit of a problem now…” I tell her, pointing to my crotch.“Yes, you do,” she observes. “We must fix this right away.”She unbuttons my shirt and takes it off and. Then she went to balcony to hang her towel and come back in few minutes. She was full of anger and asked me where it is. I said what bhabhi she repeated where is it Alok, I again said what bhabhi.She said my red thong (panty) I said what bhabhi. She said yes my panty which I hang outside just few minutes back and now it is not there. I said I don’t know Bhabhi what you are talking about, she said I know it’s with you Alok give it back. I said what are you saying bhabhi I don’t have it. She said. The way I performed that act, convinced me he had the cleanest cock in the hotel."At breakfast", he said, turning as he was leaving the bathroom, "make sure you are commando, or your man will see this", he threatened, holding his phone, "I will look to make sure".I knew what was on his phone would be difficult to cry ****, all those orgasms, what the fuck, what did my body enjoy this abuse?I felt exposed as I went down in a short skirt and joined him and my husband at the bridal table. He.