She was lying on her stomach, lightly humping her hand, trying to be as quiet as she could. I called her a horny little slut. Something had been stirr...ing inside of me for days. I didn't know what it was or where it came from but it was about to come out. Any other day I would have rolled on top of her and buried my cock deep inside. But this day was different. I quickly pulled back the covers to expose her bare ass. I gently started to rub her butt. I asked her if it felt good and she replied. For mne uska top utara or uske chote se boobs ki jor se dabane lga or pinch karne lga …or bite karne lga wo mere balo m hath fer rhai thi …..Fir mne uska ek hath pakad ke mere jeans m dal diya to usne apna hath bhar nikal liya mne usko ek chata lagaya or bola chup chap use hila or niakl ke chus warna jaisi halta bhabi ki kit hi usse bhi buri tarike se tujhe chodunga fir wo waisa hi karne lagi or mere lund ke tope ko chusne lagi to mne uske baal pakde or pura lund andar de diya to wo khasne. She did, and she came right in, her eyes scanning my body and lingering on my cock, almost like she was trying to set fire to my boxers. So it turns out I could have just said what I wanted to earlier and saved all the tense feeling I had about this moment. Becase she did want to talk about what happened whilst watching the film.So we sat down and we started talking. She was apologizing, saying it was not meant to happen. She was just so horny.“I never wanted to do that in front of anyone,. .. my vagina and clitoris were convulsing and dancing in one continuous orgasm. Alan ignored my pleas. His tongue continued to work my clitoris; his fingers plunged and probed my cunt working on my G-spot. The motel bed became soaked with my juices. When Alan finally stopped, I was nearly u*********s. My chest was heaving, trying, unsuccessfully, to suck in enough oxygen. I remember being too tired to hold my legs up or even close them, if I had wanted to.My fingers stroke my clitoris harder.