She unzipped my jeans and pried them open, then pulled them down slightly - past my hips. My bulge was tenting against the cotton undies I was wearing.... She pressed her mouth gently against the tip of the bulge which sent a shudder all through my body. She then did the same to my undies to release my pulsating erection. Celine licked her lips as she looked at my cock with her black eyes sparkling with desire. She gripped the length of my cock with her manicured little hand and offered it a good. I heard Miss K. moaning and saw my man doing the same thing to her. I love seeing her being eaten out, she tastes so good. It arouses me a lot. Mr R's tongue was now fucking my little hole while his finger rubbed my clit. My moans got louder. I told him to lie down on the floor, that I wanted us to do a 69. His cock had quite a bit of precum which I rubbed all over the head then took him in my mouth. Mmmm...so good. I heard my hubby asking if they could join us. So here we were, me with Mr R's. Once he’d got in the elevator, Damien was almost tempted to throw out his hand, stop the door from closing, get back out, go back to her and apologize. But he’d always known it had to come to an end, and now that she’d insulted him by offering him money and really shown him who she was, a spoiled little rich girl, he knew it was best if they parted ways tonight. After all, he’d given her what she needed. One last dirty fuck, which was all she’d ever wanted from him from the beginning, since. We kept walking and I kept a close eye on her hand swinging back and forth next to her slender body, I wondered what she would do if I held her hand. I was biting my lower lip thinking if I should grab her small hand and hold it inside my hand. I finally got the guts and made a move for her hand, it felt like an eternity. I could see my hand moving in slow motion towards hers, and finally my hand reached hers and I held it firmly within my hand. She didn't try and move her hand away but instead.