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...Icouldn't do anything....He was leaning on the counter; I couldn't tell If he was wearinganything under the thick white hotel robe, but his chest and legs werebare....he put his drink down on the counter and came up to me slowly...Gently, he put his arms around me and pulled my head into hischest...one hand on my lower back and the other on my head, juststroking my hair slowly..."Shhhhh, baby...it's ok...shhhhhh....shhhhhh....." We were quiettogether for a few minutes....I was lost...we had started to balancetogether, feeling each other's weight....I opened my eyes and drew aquick breath seeing the left inside of his robe right in front of myface, now resting on his bare chest..."..shhhhhhhh" he said againslowly...."tell me, baby..." I....I....don't know if I...if I can.....I don't know if I can......" Just stay in my arms, stay.....shhhhhh.....let's stay like this for aslong as we want.." He was almost whispering to me; I felt his strongarms wrap a little tighter as he stroked my. I push my fingers into her pussy and she moans into my mouth. Her wetness makes me happy to know that she wants me just as much as I want her. I pull myself away and stare at her. Her face flushed and her lips swollen from the kiss makes me crazy with the need to be inside of her. I pick her up and get on my knees, laying her on the cold tiled floor. Too much in a rush to feel her, to make it to her room. I strip her clothes off, kissing every bare piece of her skin that I can touch. “David,” she moans, softly. “Please.” “Tell me what you want baby,” I coax. “I want you,” she moans. “Then what about that Jasper guy?” I ask, jealous that he has already touched what is mine. “What about him?” “Have you fucked him yet?” She doesn’t answer me and it makes me angry. “Is that a yes, then?” I ask, demandingly even though I know I have no right. She still doesn’t answer me and her silence irks me. I grab her legs and spread them wide as I ready myself to penetrate her. But as I raise her.
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-P and always lows shoes :-P :-P as i recounted in a my previously story :-P), anyway in the moments when she had the legs extended or bended with the soles on ground i taked advantage of it :-P for every her small or medium :-P opening, and so i succeed at see her nice panties, beige-brown clear, and ahead the panties the thing round-oval of the pantyhose of color grey :-P that maked at me very excited, over that at the pantyhose flesh-color and the panties, and so, since i was really very excited :-P, having the sunglasses even though the weather was not sunny because we were in the cold season (also in the previous train's journey trip :-P that we were at end summer the day was cloudy :-P but i putted the same the sunglasses :-P), i put one hand in the pocket of my pants :-P, because as i said before my cock was already from the beginning of the day very elongated :-P and very hardened and well wet :-P, for to rub it :-P and it wetted well and a lot wetted and in the way really.

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