“Sorry…better?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr. She tasted like heaven as I lapped up her wetness, sliding a finger into her. Desi xxx I popped the cork, and PM turned, laughing, “Fuck yes…pour me a glass!” We sat on the balcony, the city sprawling beneath us, the wine buzzing in our heads. “Sorry…better?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr. I grabbed a towel, placing it on the bed just in case—I had a feeling she was a squirter. I adjusted my cock, wanting her to notice, and she did, a small laugh escaping her lips. She was a bit older, with striking blonde hair, captivating eyes, and a power suit that accentuated her curves. I adjusted my cock, wanting her to notice, and she did, a small laugh escaping her lips. “Sorry…better?” she asked, her voice a sultry purr.
