I could see the beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead as he worked his hands down around the elastic in my red lacy panties as he unwrapped his ..."white rose" which was wet with dew nestled in a bed of dark curly grassy moss. He fell to his knees as he eagerly parted the white petals and suckled the flower now being pushed into his black face. He circled my clit with his tongue as he licked up and down my now open petals that were dripping with dew. He licked and suckled the juice like a. 7 inches height and curvaceous body. She had medium round face, fair skin and shoulder length hair. She had worn a short light green colored kurti as top and low waist blue jeans in the bottom. She also had worn a waist belt giving a contrast to its top and jeans. By the looks of it she seemed to me strikingly different women, though not exceptionally beautiful. Getting near her once could smell a flower type fragrance of good quality perfume she wore. Slowly I started playing with the child. She just leaned back and let me go. Finally she buried her tongue deep in my mouth and began jacking me off on her own. It didn’t take me long, with my knees about to give and she must have known I was about to go off. She just squeezed harder and jacked faster to the point that I just started shooting shot after shot clear across the room. She ended up saying something like “holy fuck!” At that point my mom said one night that she had left her husband and moved to her family’s lake house.. I did not push it all the way in as I always did, because I knew it would make me gag. At home it was fun to do it from time to time, let him taking control of my head, fucking my face hard and deep, and overwhelming me with all his desire and power. But here at his office I had to be extra cautious. Using one hand to hold the bottom of his dick, I wrapped his shaft with my wet tight lips. Silently but firmly, I started sucking and pumping his dick inside my mouth, and using my tongue to swirl.