S....then touching herself again as she licked sticky pre-cum secretions from the other hand. Savouring the ambrosia,.,..a musky cocktail of his passi...on and her own. Knowing that soon they would be mingled again on his tongue as he kissed her after having ravaged her soaking wet quim with tongue and teeth. With long, strong fingers and iron hard cock . . . BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ! “ Whu . . . oh shit!” Charlotte reached out, eyes still closed, clumsily groping her way across. I wasn't dripping on the floor but I could feel my upper thighs getting wet as pussy juice and cum drained from my pussy. Every time hubby's back was turned my hand was darting under my skirt to wipe more of my slit's wetness onto my thighs, hopefully drying my pussy enough I wouldn't drip onto the polished wood floor. Thank God hubby didn't smell the sex over the smell of pungent, simmering spaghetti sauce and garlic I 'accidentally' spilled on the counter. My thighs were getting wetter as I. We entered the hotel and I made a stop at the concierge's desk once more. I informed him that Cindy was not available for the rest of the evening and he just smiled as he palmed the hundred I'd passed to him. We went up to the room and when we entered we were accosted by the fragrance of the flower bouquets that were all around the room. A giant fruit basket was on the low table by the couch and there were 3 ice buckets with two bottles of the Bollinger Asti 87 and the third was the Bollinger. ”Her hips are in rhythm, as we kiss softly. “Fuck me nice and slow,” she whispers.My long, slow strokes continue as our kiss becomes increasingly passionate.She raises her legs, interlocking her ankles behind my back. Her hands grasp the back of my head. “God, you are driving me crazy.”Our tongues slowly interweave, as our rhythm remains the same. As I push inside, her hips thrust upward. Her breathing increases and with a quiver in her voice, she whispers, “Fuck me fast and hard, I’m really.