![]() ![]() Two hours later, she was back in the air, and I was in sleeping on the drier side of that hotel bed, dreaming about what I would do to her once we both got back home. “Thank you, Jesus, for long layovers!” I replied. It hung there like a tight rope until she abruptly jerked her legs straight up into the air as she finally finished the best orgasm of her life. The third shot hit her leg and made a string from there to my cock. The second one hit her tits, rolling down into her belly button. The first one hit her in the face, and her mouth was open during her intense orgasm. I grabbed my cock and only had to stroke once or twice before shooting hot ropes of cum all over her. Her body jerked away from me and dropped my cock on the bed, along with a massive gush of fluid from her vagina as she shook her fingers over her clit. By this point, she was writhing backward as if she’d lost complete control. I swear it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. It was pretty obvious she was cumming as she said it.Īll I needed to blow my load was to hear that word out of her mouth. As her nails dug into my back, out of her mouth came that word that sends me over the edge every single time… “Fuck.” Except it started out as a squeal… “Fuuu… then turned into a moan, “…uuuckkk!!!” So hot. She put her face in my neck and breathed out the dirtiest talk I’d ever heard.īut Breann wasn’t in a joking mood. ![]() Then, I started pumping in and out of her pussy just like on the counter, while she stayed in a seated position. I walked to the bed and put her down on the corner. So, I picked her up, her thighs hanging from my arms and her legs wrapped around me, holding on. In the throes of passion, “pain” is such a relative term.Īfter a good fucking on the bathroom counter, she requested we move to the bed. I plunged deep inside her as she squealed with delight and a little shock.īreann grabbed the hair on the back of my head, having no idea how hard she was pulling it. Her pussy was so swollen and ready for me. I scooted her bottom to the edge of the counter and played with her clit with the head of my now rock-hard cock. She pulled me close by my necktie, then unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants around my ankles. We could see each other in the bathroom mirror, and it turned us both on.īreann pulled me into the bathroom and hopped up on the counter. I swiped the key, and we stumbled inside, making out in the foyer. We ordered a light dinner, and as soon as we paid the check, we split for my hotel room. “I’m so shocked! And happy! I’m thrilled, actually! Oh my gosh. And… well… I tracked your phone and found you. “Well, it just so happens that my layover is in Atlanta. I looked up and saw the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen sitting there. They were burning with passion for each other, and seeing their love made me miss my wife so much.Īs my mind wandered to thoughts of our passionate reunion, my fantasy was interrupted suddenly by someone sitting down across the table from me. I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help but notice how eager they were to get the check. The couple seated at the table just to the left of me were gazing into each other’s eyes and holding hands, fingers clasped. I sat sipping my wine and thinking of her. My wife loves Italian, especially when the place makes you feel like you’re really in Italy, and this place did. “Breann would love this place,” I thought as I watched the people stroll by. I walked in and was seated by the hostess right next to the window. That night was unusual in that I wasn’t having dinner with clients, so I decided to go out to a nice little Italian place around the corner from my hotel. I tried to ease her stress, and then we hung up the phone. Exasperated, she announced that her flight had been rerouted and she wouldn’t be flying straight to Chicago. While in Atlanta, I called her before her flight. For now, we would have to wait until the work was done. Our month had been so full that we hadn’t seen each other in six days straight! We were really missing each other and were looking forward to our reunion, but that wouldn’t be for another two days when we were both scheduled to fly home. There’s no telling how many miles we flew between us! One week in October, while I was meeting with clients in Atlanta, my wife was headed to Chicago. However, last Fall was very busy, and we both had a hectic schedule. My wife and I both travel extensively for our jobs, and for the most part, we enjoy it. ![]()
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