The tip of his tongue pressed slightly into Rachel’s ass as the final wave of orgasm washed over her. Indian Sex Rachel looked at Carter with a mix of frustration, anger, and gratitude. Rachel just laughed as she pulled out her satin nightie and headed for the bathroom. This time, however, they hit the hotel restaurant for a quick dinner before invading the bar. We’ll just share his room. “Fuck the consequences,” Rachel decided mentally, and pulled her pantyhose to the floor, flinging them across the room with her toes. He watched Rachel dance, taking in her round body and gentle curves. It didn’t matter where to Rachel, and she moaned at the impact. His cock strained in his pajama pants, and he reached into his pants to massage it. Rachel watched this and slapped his hand playfully. After innumerable drinks charged to the company card, Rachel and Carter again stumbled back to the room. The smell of her aroused twat inches from his face made for a burning temptation for his oral efforts, but she’d made her demands known, and Carter was all too happy to obey. Carter regarded Rachel as they talked. He felt his cock swell rapidly, and rubbed at it unconsciously.
