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“Yeah, this is my business,” he told me. “I’ve found that hotel rooms are a surprisingly good place to cut product. They’re cleaned every day, they don’t bat an eye if a wealthy guy in a suit brings up ten cases of luggage, and even if they do find something suspicious, most would rather fire the maid who saw it and move on. Reporting it to the police risks tarnishing their reputation and losing a client.” My eyes roamed past all tits the workers, the cocaine and the hundreds of cartons of baby powder, to the stacks of money sitting in the living room. “I have a partner flying over from Sydney, in a few weeks, and he’s bringing a shipment with him. I was getting his payment ready, when I got your text.” “I want everyone out of here,” I said, pretending I hadn’t even heard him speak. “Um… ok.” One snap of his fingers was enough to get every worker and armed guard to turn their heads toward Carter, and, one gesture later, they were practically sprinting for the service elevator. “Is that all of them?” I asked. “Yeah.” “Good.” Without thinking twice, I kicked the money off the table. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were casually tossed to the ground, before I grabbed Carter and threw him on top of it. amateur “I hope your liaison doesn’t mind this money being a little dirty,” I said, bringing my lips to his and tearing open his shirt. “Or maybe even a little wet.” A massive smile crossed his face. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t mind.” I didn’t even have time to soak in the sight of his body, as the two of us became lost in each other’s embrace. However, the feeling of him pressed against me, especially once he began gently toying with my nipples through the thin fabric of my dress, made me moan out loud and lust for him even harder. “Wait,” he said, pulling away. “Why are you in such a rush?” “In the shortest terms, it’s because I want your cock,” I told him, sincerely. “But the long version is that I spent five years in a gold plated prison, as a billionaire’s trophy wife. You’re the hot dose of excitement that I need in my life.” A smile came across his face, as he heard me say that. “Well, if you find this hot, than you’ll pussy love what’s in the bedroom. Excitedly, I followed behind Carter, fighting to keep my dress up on my shoulders. It had been torn off and hastily thrown back on so many times today, that it was starting to stretch. As for Carter, most of the buttons on his shirt were missing, and the majority of his chest was completely exposed. Even his massive erection was only barely covered by the thin fabric of his trousers. My eyes hungrily roamed over his body, homemade and, as we continued to walk towards the bedroom, and I could see his eyes looking back at mine. Every time my little black dress slipped from one shoulder, his eyes darted back, in hopes of seeing a little more skin. I liked the excitement and knowing that I had his full attention, and so, when I felt both sides beginning to slip, I decided to give him what he had been waiting for. “Oh my,” I said, with full and pouty lips, as both sides of the fabric slipped in unison. As my breasts swayed in front of him, completely exposed, Carter stopped in his porn tracks and fought his urge to ravage me. “You said I would like what was in the bedroom, right?” I asked him, as I casually pulled the dress back up, pretending as if nothing had happened. “Let’s wait until we get there.” I could see the anger and lust swelling behind his eyes, but he obeyed, nonetheless. “We’ve done a bit of redecorating,” he told me, and as he unlocked the door and let it swing open, my jaw dropped to the floor. The bed had been tipped over and pushed to the side of the room, to make room for literal pallets of money. Jane saw some dirty cloth and managed to create a sort of skirt with it. Meticulous, dedicated, and professional, he was everything one would expect of someone in his position, and his pepper hair and mustache were like a billboard describing his position in the military. Would you like that, my little mommy-slut? Amit inserted amateur his finger into her gaping asshole. Massaging his balls and porn milking his pussy hot cum out of them. You didn't put me through anything. “Wanna watch me do my gymnastics stunts?” she asked coyly. "OHHH FUUUUUUCK!!!! I screamed and beat my fist against the snow, cursing myself and whatever power had forced an innocent creature to suffer and die. I was so close and I began to breath gmharder and tits harder. After getting the food we asked him what he wants. “Gloria, I can’t breathe!” I began thrusting into her, hoping that if I made her climax, she might let go. I wasn’t sure if I could. Fuck. homemade “I knew you were going ask me to do the same” she said with a grin.