As was his experience. Again and again Bob’s tongue painted out a letter ‘T’, tracing up from the opening of my vagina to my clitoral hood and ...hen across from left to right, again passing over my clit. One soft stroke, one hard stroke. One hard stroke, one soft stroke. Alternating. Allowing me to anticipate what he was going to do, and thus what I was going to feel. Forget making me come, if he carried on like that he was going to make me faint. I was desperate for a fuck but couldn’t. He introduced Rittu to me as one of his potential client.I shake hands with him and surprising planted a kiss on Rittu cheeks and gave her a tight hug rittu also got surprise by my actions but he told Rittu that I was form Europe as this was a custom over there and we went to the bar and Akhil ordered 3 glasses of scotch Rittu said she would only have lime soda but our plan was to make Rittu drunk and he told her to have a drink but she was saying no then when Akhil insisted she agreed.She had. “I took the liberty of ordering from room service…are you hungry?” he asked gesturing towards a small table filled with food. “Starved,” I said. Which was true in more ways than one. I tend to forget about eating while I’m shooting. We ate like ravenous wolves, with Sandy’s stockinged foot rubbing up and down my leg and into my crotch as we fueled up. I leaned over and ****d her juicy mouth toward the end of the meal and instinctively slide a hand into her robe, found one of those perfect. My tongue flicked over the tight bud of her clit and then down to delve into her oozing hole. I flattened my tongue and reamed her hole as deeply as my tongue would reach. I heard her mewing her approval when I finally sucked her clit into my mouth and away from her body. I sucked her there, the way she was sucking on my erect phallus. My erection was so intense that I could feel my pulse all through my hard member … now throbbing in the hot sucking of her greedy mouth. I sucked her clit.
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