Indian Mom In Hotel Room

.. we fell into bed. Things got heated... With both hands already under the sheet I quickly checked my body, my bra was on firmly and so was my underwear. Again I pieced it together. We'd kissed, then ah fuck, I thought. I could remember I sat over him, his eyes just as blurred as mine. 'I do apologise,' he stuttered again as he realised I got the hang of it. 'No apologies necessary,' I chuckled lightly, 'being drunk does...wonderful things doesn't it.' I turned and smiled back at him. Before Jeremy had the chance to even smile back his lips were tightly pressed against mine. I kissed him back, pushing my lips against his and rising my hands above the sheet to grasp round his neck. 'I promised you a good time,' he said sheepishly, his hand running down my stomach, 'If only I could repay you.' he smiled from the side of his face, before kissing me again. His hand slid further down my stomach before his fingers peeled at my panties. Sliding under two fingers I gasped lightly at his. It took me ages, but finally I reached the edge of the flower bed. Weeding, with my constricted movement, meant that I had to bend far forward, then awkwardly pluck at the weeds, sit upright again and lean to the side to be able to reach the jute bag. It was hard labor, straining my body all over, and the pain from my knees and the too-small shoes didn’t help any. Yet the objects in my pussy and ass kept wiggling and pushing inside me every time I bent my waist and held my arousal alive. “Keep weeding,” Mrs. Greenberg ordered and walked away. The sun burned down on me mercilessly. I had no idea how long I had been working. There was no need for naughty fantasies to distract me though, the dildo and plug did enough of that, but I almost cried out disappointment when my thighs started to cramp yet the jute bag was only halfway filled. I gradually became aware of soft, mewling sounds, and I dared to kneel upright and look over my shoulder. My breath hitched. Mrs. Greenberg was sitting.
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