Dirty Wife Cheats In Husband In Hotel

Yuming watched her, amused and curious as Mei clutched her chair with her eyes closed, gasped a few times, and shuddered. Finally his hips bucked one last time, pressing as deep as he could inside her, and he cried out as he came, his seed spilling into her womb. The taller swimmer climbed on top of him, straddling his hips while the others teased him from all sides, driving him mad with soft caresses and licks everywhere as they pressed closer, their smooth bodies rejoicing in finally making contact with any and every part of him. Pleading with him, needing him. Seeing stars, he closed his eyes a moment. “Oh my god, it’s a steel rod,” she reported, producing moans from the others. She rose and fell in strong, full, luxurious strokes, the sensations absurdly pleasurable. Mei sent him an email pretending that he had left something at the restaurant, and said they’d be happy to bring it to his hotel if he would just tell them his hotel name and room number.