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, 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 gay 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 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 bareback had been tipped over and pushed to the side of the room, to make room for literal pallets of money. Four of them, to be exact. “There’s a reason this hotel doesn’t ask questions.” Carter pulled out a stack of hundreds, and flipped through it as he spoke. “So BJ, do you like what you see?” I was too shocked to answer. There was nothing I could say that could come close to summing up my feelings. However, Carter took one look at my face and knew exactly what was going on in my mind, just like he always did. He didn’t need to wait for me to fumble through my words or hastily figure out what to say. He knew words weren’t what I was looking for. He walked up to me, letting his pants fall away, so that he now stood before me wearing nothing, but a torn button down shirt and a wide smile. With unwavering confidence, he walked up to me and leaned down to kiss my lips, gentle and slow. However, as he did so, I felt one solitary finger slide its way up my inner thigh, tracing that same line of moisture that had fallen in the elevator. It was no longer the only wetness running out of me, especially after he pulled his lips away, teasing me as another hand reached up my dress to caress me from behind, but his finger seemed blowjob to target that line, determined to trace it back to the source. Gently, Carter pushed up the hem of my dress, his finger traveling further every moment, until it sat only centimeters away. “How much do you want me?” he asked. I knew that he already knew the answer, just as I knew he could feel the lustful heat radiating from my womanhood, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “I threesome should ask you the same,” I told him, giving him the same tease. His second hand, which remained firmly glued to my ass, suddenly squeezed me harder, as I sent a single, exploratory finger over to him, quickly drawing it down from his belly button, but Hardcore slowing down to a crawl, as it changed directions, moving down his full length. “Hey Luke, it’s Gwen from the flight to London last week. He caresses my balls and intentionally avoids my dick. Doing that with a man I’m supposed to be in love with is… I don’t know… different?” I flooded both mouths with spurt after spurt of cum. Any minute now... your small arched feet, red painted toe nails, well maintained, veiny feet ache in the heels. Be proud. "Alex, you don't know what you're doing. As bareback I ride out, I can see a small group of Whitetail Deer, grazing out past the equipment Hardcore sheds. I slowly approach his car from behind, wanting to run blowjob away for miles until I can't run anymore, wanting gay to just call it off, wanting to just get the hell out of there. Ethan asked me how I felt when I’d worn a bikini threesome when we’d gone swimming. I walked to the man, bent over and touched the blood coming from his body.