I could feel they were already getting damp so I tried to concentrate on other stuff to take my mind off of what was happening to me. I walked over t...o my closet and took out my little black dress. The short sleeved dress had a semi plunging neckline and my cleavage was clearly visible. Along with my cleavage was the sight of my nipples poking against my dress. The hem came down to just above my knees. I reached into the small shoe box and took out my black strappy high heels. I stepped into. He never really tongue fucked my pussy. Just played around it with his tongue and spitting on my pussy lips for about 5-10 minutes. This made shivers go down my spine a lot many times. I got out of control twisting on the table just wanting something in.I even started to moan a bit louder saying some nasty things about myself. After some time of sucking and playing with my pussy, he stood up with his two fingers still in my ass hole. He leaned on me holding my throat and spit inside my mouth. I could feel the dildo pushing up inside me as I was begging to be fucked by the real thing. I couldn’t take it any longer and took over fucking myself as Paul inserted his cock back in my mouth, till I finished the job and was rewarded by stream after stream of cum. I swallowed, and opened up to show him. “Good girl” was all I got as kamal took off.About thirty minutes later I opened up my motel room door to invite in my second visitor. A little bit older black guy who immediately took out his. It was Friday night and Mom had invited Matt over for a BBQ in the backyard. Nothing unusual about that; she had done it before but this night it felt different. First of all, she was dressed more provocatively than usual. She wore skin-tight pants and a top that ended above her navel. Not something a woman her age would wear but this was my mom and she often wore clothes more fitting for a woman half her age. I didn’t mind it, normally. She had a great body and had the right to show it off,.