Harold told her she had a face “like a Botticelli model” and showed her a reproduction of the painting in an art book. She had stared. “Got bett...er breasts than she has.” Harold looked at her blouse beneath the white lab coat and agreed she certainly had. “Not as tall as her neither and my legs are thicker.” Harold nodded but said the face and the eyes were a good match.She had flicked the pages thoughtfully and paused at a Mantegna. He told her the model was Isabella d’Este . She held up the. All of a sudden I feel something and open my eyes to find my wife sitting on the ground next to the lounge , she's wearing no top and working on sliding my swim trunks off !I don't move or give her any indication that I'm awake just to see where this is going . She likes to wake me up occasionally with her lips around my cock . Soon enough she's worked my trunks off and began to slowly engulf my soft cock completely. She can only do that when it is soft but it's fun to see it all buried in her. Harshita, who used to live with her sister Ahana, had to come to pick me up. We checked into one of the premium five-star hotels.She was wearing blue jeans and a sleeveless black crop top. Her white heels made her look way taller than the already tall girl she was. I was in my black track pants and a grey t-shirt with white sneakers.The check-in was smooth, but my dick was throbbing. She looked way hotter than what I had gathered from the video calls and pictures. Her skin was smooth and. Now with full access to his exposed and twitching ass, I kissed all around his hole, then lapped at it with long and wet licks before finally forcing my tongue inside him. He groaned loudly with each tickling thrust of my tongue - me copying the amazing technique he had used on me earlier. After a few minutes of that delicious torture he sat up a little, put his feet back on the floor and I happily took his cock into my mouth. I could tell he was very close to cumming and I was getting ready to.