Charming Ass Fucked In Hotel Room

I set up my fishing gear, the line baited with ragworm and left the rod on its telescopic tripod. Dawn spread our blanket and broke out a couple of beers. What could be better? Well, one thing could and that was Dawn covering me with suntan lotion. She covered all the usual places before she anal pulled my bikini bottoms off. She’d had her fun last night, now it was my turn. She told me to stay on my stomach as she played with my ass cheeks, loads of lotion massaged into my crevice and spread over my pussy lips. She pushed my legs wide apart as she knelt between them before her fingers were delving inside my now drooling hole. I went to turn over but she slapped my ass, “Stay where you are and relax, lover.” That was easier said than done, I mean, how can you relax with three fingers wanking your pussy? Her other hand was dragging a cheek to one side, then her lips kissed my rear hole. Her tongue came out to lick and tickle. I reached a hand under my body until my fingers got hold of my clit, if you’ve read of some of my earlier escapades then you’ll already know that I have a rather large clit, so yes, my fingers can get hold of it. I pulled it and rubbed hard as she wanked me. The warning bell on the fishing rod was tinkling but I was past caring, the bell rang louder, so did my pussy as I peaked, the climax lifting me to a wonderful orgasm. “Do you wanna go and get that sweetheart?” I suggested, “I don’t think I can for a minute or two.” I felt her leave, then I heard the bell stop ringing when she removed it from the rod. The next second she was yelling, “What do I do Dina? It’s bloody huge, I can’t hold it, I think the rod’s going to break.” I forced myself up, then went and took the rod, sure enough, it was bent in a huge arc. I released the brake, something I had forgotten to set properly after I had cast out. I was probably just in time, the line would have snapped if I hadn’t given the fish a little slack. Ten minutes later and I had landed my record bass, at least eight pounds, I’d never had one much over two pounds before. “Get your camera, babe, they won’t believe me if we don’t have a pic.” The recording amateur studio was fabulous, we’d not been in one before but as Dawn had said, the guy, Peter, was indeed, a great guy. He showed us around and soon had Dawn looking quite relaxed. She was doing this first session using backing tracks, no live musicians asses for her to worry about. Her first number was a song by Alison Krauss, ‘When you say nothing at all’. It was good but I have to say that it’s not one of my favourites. They had her do a couple of more slow songs, then I suggested she should do something more uptempo. I knew she loved the Juice Newton version of ‘Queen of hearts’, the same song that Dave Edmunds had a hit with. Wow! She really rocked it, Peter was looking ecstatic. “Okay, I indian get it.” he said, “let’s do a couple more fast ones,” he thought for a moment, then, “Do you know ‘He's a heartache’ by Janie Fricke?” “My God, it’s one of my favourites, go for it.” I could see Dawn was getting excited and clearly was now enjoying herself. Half an hour later and the session came to an end. Peter was more than happy with six tracks laid down. “Let me play with these for a few days, then I’ll be in touch if that’s okay with you guys?” Two months later, I’m sat in the club where we should have been appearing that night. They’d managed to get a replacement act for the evening. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next small mountain. Did he already leave for his morning run? I was scared…I said No” Ragini said, twirling Sujata’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Speaking of asses Ronnie” he started. “I guess, a strong girl who has no issue either taking what she wants or making it hers. I want to lick you to orgasm while you suck my man’s cock. "Sorry! “What anal about dragons?” I proposed. “No catch. Viola: I wiped myself and stood up. How much do you make?” I said matter of fact. “I figured it out on my own, Mr. Wayne.” We all left naked to go home. “Pleasssseeee. Another was trying to carry a weight hanging from the egg in her vagina; with a indian guy sat on the end of the amateur bench watching her.