. and squeezed the nipple -- and the flash of pleasure made me groan around my client's buried cock and my little pecker harden like steel!Suddenly, I... realized that I was enjoying myself -- and that included taking several inches of hot meat down my throat! I stopped worrying about anything but what I was doing and how it felt for me and my client and got into the whole thing!In no time, it seemed like, my client was holding me deep, shaking, while his cock pulsed in my throat! Something about. Oh that big Latin cock.Right; I hadn't forgotten the cock, but I liked it when she talked about it. So what had happened next? I had breathlessly asked.She had found her husband moderately drunk and watching adult movies on the TV in an otherwise dark hotel room. She had been disgusted with him. She told him to come out to the balcony. After enjoying the view for a minute and making sure no one was around she told him to get down on his knees. Then she had taken off her dress and her panties. He scared me and chilled me to my core, not how he used to make me feel at all. He was soon ramming into me again with his long fingers before no time, and I was just lying there and taking it like a defenceless animal would. I grabbed the bed sheets below me and clung onto them to absorb at least some of the pain and shame of which was happening to me. I endured his fingers for all of a few minutes before he pulled out and slid them down and hovered over my other private hole with which I was. The way both of their bodies molded with each other, like two pieces of jigsaw puzzle fitting perfectly, holding each other, supporting each other.She watched her aunt’s tits. When she was little and played in playground, her tits would jiggle up and down with the rhythm of running. But at that time they were small and immature. She looked down at her mounds and thought, what would it feel like to jiggle your own mounds. The thought alone ran a wave of excitement through her body, making her.