?Holy shit,? he heard the young bellman exclaim. ?I can’t take that.??Take it,? Delilah ordered. ?It’s not my money, it’s my boyfriend’s.??I c...an’t take two thousand dollars! That’s not a tip, that’s -- ??Take it.? She ordered. ?I insist. I get wet when I use my man’s money that way.?Brad shut his eyes tight. He realized he had jumped the gun – they weren’t over at all. They were just getting started. He heard the familiar sounds again, kissing, moaning, and then fucking. This time, Jackson. She doesn't expect to get home before four. She wants a fresh pot of coffee waiting, and I volunteered us to do dinner." Really?" I was figuring some sort of parmesan, eggplant or chicken ... or maybe we'll go wild and have both. With fresh mozzarella and just plucked basil leaves. So we'll have to go to the store at some point, but probably not right now."We sort of laughed, finally standing, clearing the breakfast table. We moved in rhythm, like a well-oiled team, washing up after the meal.I. The costume barely hides her tits – but stops them from falling too far forward from her body, making her look a little firmer than she actually is.Resting her weight on one elbow again, dropping her chest down even lower, letting her tits brush the carpet, sticking her bum up higher - she reaches back with the other hand, and hooks the gusset of her bodystocking out of the cleft of her pussy and backside, stretching it and pulling it to the side of her arse. Pulling on it until the fastener. Suddenly and uncontrollably I released into her mouth, the mortarboard falling from her head as I did so. Damn, had I blown my chance of fucking her properly?Karen continued to suck hard at my cock as if ensuring that she had every last drop of my cum before rising to her feet and swallowing it down before my eyes. Being sucked by Karen was certainly mind-blowing, there was no denying that, but at the same time, I felt a sense of dismay that my hopes of fucking her properly, now seemed lost. .