I realized that I did not have to roam clubs and bookstore when I began my search for sluts in maine here. I was always looking for the next hook-up at the local coffee shops; little did I know I didn’t even have to leave home to find them. In order to wet your appetite for what is to come, I have shared one of my experiences with you.
My husband thinks that if he takes me along when he goes out of town on business I wont manage to cheat. He doesn’t understand that he’s giving me the chance to cheat all around the nation. With Sex In Maine as my tour guide, I’ve met great stud service in every state we see. Recently we went to South Miami Beach. After breakfast in our room we left together, my husband to his meetings and me to the beach. At least, that’s where he thought I went. I skipped into a tanning salon, took twelve minutes within the high powered booth, and did some shopping for about an hour before heading back to the hotel. My date was waiting for me there. Nicholas was in the lounge, sipping a coffee. He was a cunning young guy. He took my shopping bags for me. Within the lift I took the chance to feel the outline of his schlong. It was big, and growing in my hand. I released him when the doors opened, and led him to my room. Inside he shed the bags and lifted me into his arms, and walked me to the bed. We kissed and then I suggested a fine hot tub. I ordered room service while Nicholas filled the tub. When our drinks and snack tray arrived I set the do not disturb sign outside. We had hours before my husband would return. Nicholas’s hands were everywhere, caressing, squeezing and pinching, not exceedingly hard tough. He teased me everywhere with his tongue, flicking my skin like little fires would. He then reached my slit, and gave me the best face I’d ever had in my life. I was climaxing within minutes of his tongue lashing. My love button was so bloated and red that it looked twice the size it generally did. And I came in a gush, soaking his face with vagina juice. “Yeah, mmphf, that’s good”, he mumbled beneath my cunny lips. He didn’t come up for air until I pushed him away from my gash. “Enter me now,” I ordered as I crawled into the bath. Nicholas followed me and gave me more of the same, only with his sausage. He kept his fingers tapping lightly on my clitoris, making me come about five times to his once. I wasn’t complaining. He’s done such a good job making me happy I was glad to swallow his juice. When he left, I was happy that there was Sex In Maine, and maybe more just like him out there.
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