The intensity was overwhelming. I moved my mouth down to her breast, gliding my tongue over her nipple to the rhythm of my finger. Her back started to... arch and her breathing became sharper. I gently placed a finger inside of her, slowly moving it in and out in a way that would not hurt her. She became captivated by my finger, her body swaying to its touch. I moved my mouth from her breast, licking down the center of her stomach reaching her belly button. I circled my tongue around it, moving my. She said she was traveling all week and was finally on her way home. She started talking my ear off and seemed like a little firecracker. She was very outgoing and kept finding little ways to touch me. She said she changed into comfy clothes and put on her glasses for the flight and was wearing yoga pants with a tight, revealing t-shirt. She kept leaning over me and pushing her tits into me. I started wondering if she was just friendly or was blatantly giving me an invitation. Then she made a. Usually out of town and even out of state quiet often. Since our girls are old enough to go and do things without either my husband or myself being with them I have found that I'm often alone for the entire weekend. I had started collecting tattoos a few years ago and I was approached by a photographer and asked if I had ever done any modeling. I'm five foot three and weigh just under a hundred pounds so he said he had a clothing company that was looking for a hot inked female to model one of. There was a lot of grunting between his words as he slammed his dick into my mouth. all I could do was try and hold out without gagging all over his cock, though I just did the best I could, he finally stopped my jaw ached. the only break from people freely exploiting my mouth the whole time was when the men were getting too close. they were told the first cum in me today had to be my husbands. even the officiant took a turn using my mouth as he spoke his parts. eventually we were nearing the.