I traced every inch of her breasts with my lips and tongue and eventually found enough will power to draw myself away from those delicious globes and ...begin working my way south. Her belly was flat and firm and quivered just a bit as I traced kisses over and around her belly button and as I did this I undid the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down. The jeans fit her like a glove and sliding them down proved to be a task best accomplished one inch at a time until they slid over her hips. Suddenly one of the girls who responded to my flying kiss came running and asked me in Gujarati something which I could not understand. I asked her in Hindi what she wants. She asked whether I stay in this hotel, I said yes, can I come to your room for some water, she asked, certainly, I said and I moved towards my room in the first floor. I was moving fast and the girl was practically running after me. When I reached my room, I opened the door and took the water jug and offered her a filled. She knew I enjoyed pain and pleasure. Even though she was my sub and I was her Sir, I encouraged her to be as aggressive as she needed and wanted. I understood the feeling of needing to take and get what I wanted to fulfill that need. For me to be the recipient of that desire was a pleasure for me too.She turned around, gripped my ankles, then impaled her wet mound with my shaft. A duet of moans escaped our lips as she began to ride. Her wetness added an erotic percussive beat to the. The two lay entwined in each other's arms and legs, kissing and stroking each other. His less than rigid cock remained inside of her. It seemed they liked each other's ass, as their hands did a lot of squeezing there."We go to sleep now". Hatty finally said lovingly as she broke the kiss and maneuvered to turn on her left side. His limp cock slipped out of her. She gathered a bit of quilt and stuffed it between her legs to catch his cum. "Come close and cover us up." Brad spooned in behind her.