I could never have my bedroom curtains open. Milf sex I had vague memories of receiving a massage from her last night. Her hands roamed my back as we moved our bodies together. She kissed me with such passion. “What’s the problem in the UAE?” I asked as I waited. I stared into her face, her blue eyes the same shade as her fathers. “Yes.” I couldn’t help smiling. Only I could have sex with Sharron. She panted, a huge smile on her lips. Her hands squeezed my pussy. “Becky!” she cried out. Part of me wondered if I should wake her up. “Well, if you’re feeling so hot down there, maybe I should do something about it,” I purred. I nodded to the two secret service agents guarding my door, then opened it, and the slipped inside my dark bedroom. I shivered then gasped as one of her hands fisted my dick and the other stroked my pussy.
