1. Room 504


    Date: 6/18/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: JWren, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    blinking. Her lips parted in a sensuous smile, the tip of her tongue peeping through white, even teeth. Now, the blouse gaped, partially revealing a lacy white half-cupped bra and a gently undulating chest. Anne began to unbutton her blouse cuffs and said, “Don’t just stand there, Darren get your kit off.” Darren’s eyes opened even wider, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead but, after gulping, he unclipped his bow-tie, unfastened three buttons on his shirt and drew it up and over his head. Anne let her blouse slip off her shoulders and down her arms before tossing it on to a nearby chair. She swiftly removed her bra and her proud breasts quivered as she also lobbed that garment on to the chair. Darren, his gaze firmly on Anne’s chest, unbuckled his belt as she stepped towards him and laid both hands on his broad chest. Her pink-painted nails, drew patterns around his nipples, down over his ribs and round to his stomach and navel. His pants slithered down his legs to pool at his ankles. Anne took a pace backwards and looked at Darren’s pale blue boxers and the bulge on the left side. “Right, Darren,” she said softly. “Take everything off except those shorts. Leave them for me.” Darren managed to find his voice. “Yes, madam,” he said and stooped to remove his shoes, socks and trousers. Anne sat on the edge of the bed, watched and waited, her fingers toying with her aroused nipples. She knew her pussy was already moist but resisted feeling beneath her skirt as Darren took ...
    three steps and stood in front of her. She leaned forward and placed wet kisses on his stomach, her right hand sliding up the leg of his boxers. She breathed in sharply as her fingers met the hot, firm, pulsating growth. “Nice,” she muttered and stroked the shaft within two fingers and thumb. Darren sighed, his erection twitching and thickening. “Think I need to see this monster,” said Anne, withdrawing her hand and grasping his waistband. “Oh yes, wow. Oh my, that’s a beauty,” she said as she unveiled Darren’s black baton. He lifted one foot at a time out of the fallen boxers, motions which sent his tube swaying and swinging against his thick thighs. Anne used her right hand to lift up his impressive meat and exhaled a long, desirous sigh as the weight and heat nestled in her palm and along her inner wrist. A mighty vein bulged topside and Anne bent to kiss the purple head, licking at the one-eye and lapping along some of the escalating length. Her left hand cupped his heavy, big balls and squeezed gently. Darren reacted, putting his hands on Anne’s cool, fleshy shoulders and she looked up into his face. “Yes,” she said throatily. “I need you to put that thing inside me. Now! Come on, Darren, give me a good fucking.” Anne scooted back and lay across the width of the king-sized bed. She pulled the skirt up to her waist, displaying stockings and suspenders and divulging that she was sans panties. The fingers of her right hand tickled through the few blonde pubic hairs and pressed ...
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