Whispers Of Solitude: A Mature’s Intimate Echo

No door bell. XXX Her mouth dropped open. Just then Wu Mei reached out, eyes still closed and bumped into Peter’s long stiff cock. She talked of the troubles she was having since coming to America but they didn’t understand her broken English. They offered her a soda (laced with a generous dose of vodka) which Wu Mei knocked it back before remarking on the odd taste. She spasmed as Peter thrust his cock harder into her mouth, his balls slapping her chin. It was a bad lightening storm and the roads were very slippery. Peter thought fast. She gave up and went limp. Later, at Easter, she had been delivering chocolate treats at a hotel in her extra part-time job and somehow woke up in the early hours of the morning naked in the hallway.