Nope, her fist in my pussy was definitely not a problem at all. Quite to the contrary. It was intense, it was extremely hot, ╘hawt╒, even and it w...as pleasurable beyond my wildest imaginations. No, I shouldn't have worried about the fist in my pussy part.But how should I have known that there was reason to worry about the " ... you have no choice but to cum, and cum, and cum for me..." part?AnnOnce inside the studio I wasted no time in divesting Zoe of her packages and clothes before leading my. He’s gettinglarger. I feel him stirring. He makes a small noise.His snoring has stopped. I don’t know if he’s awakeyet.He’s awake. He clears his throat and puts his hand onmy head. “Wow, hon!” is all he can think of to say. Ismile as best I can and start sliding my mouth up anddown his shaft, as far as I can. It’s isn’t far. Mymouth is small. My hand goes to his shaft and I strokehim as my head moves. I know what he likes. Quicklittle techniques.. She spread her legs as I held her hip with one hand and guided myself into her again. She moaned softly as I filled her already soaking pussy. She pushed back anxious to get all me inside her.I was not ready to disappoint her and began thrusting hard into her. She bit her lip to keep from waking everyone in the hotel as we fucked on the balcony as the set came up. It was a most wonderful morning and the first of an entire weeks worth of holiday for us both.Now here we are, several hours. ”Scrambling, he pulled his shorts on and asked, “Will you be here tomorrow?”“Definitely,” she answered, before he ran away smiling.The following day she followed the same routine, hoping desperately that Curtley would return. At twelve-thirty she was surprised when two men moved into her enclave. Curtley was with an older man, at least twice his age. As they stood before her Curtley introduced his uncle, Harris, to her.“So,” Harris stated in a very thick Caribbean accent, “you are the reason my.