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just sat back and enjoyed the performance as he worked it out something serious. He got up on his knees and leaned back so that his butt touched his calves. Then, he took her by her waist and positioned her so that they met pelvis to pelvis. I inched a little closer to the bed so that I could really see what he had going on, and, damn, was I shocked.
Sadiq was the proud owner of twelve marvelous inches. It looked smooth in texture, and I really had to refrain from reaching out and touching it. The head had a nice mushroom shape, and he donned a hood piercing that looked like it caused all kinds of havoc if rubbed against your clit. I took my seat again and allowed him to continue.
He took her nipples into his mouth one at a time, then both together, periodically giving me a glimpse of his pink tongue. The muscles in his back did a dance of their own as he quickened is pace, damn near knocking the bottom out of her pussy. He was killing the game, taking her legs and holding her off the bed by her ankles while he tried to push all of himself in her. I was holding on to the arms of the chairs like I was on a roller coaster waiting to get to the top.
And, man, when we got there and the roller coaster tipped over and went down the other side, the ride was phenomenal. He flipped her over on her stomach like she was a damn rag doll and dug all into her. I found myself short of breath on a few occasions, especially when he pulled her to the edge of the bed, and squatted under her like she was riding him from the edge. He moved in and out of her so slow, it was like they were moving in slow motion. Just before he lay down to let her ride, I gave him my business card and my room number so that I could get some more information from him. I had to have him on my roster; it was a must.
I would be on the island for four days, so I planned to make the most of it. Early in the morning, just as the sun is coming up, I go running on the beach as my daily exercise. Gotta keep the body firm in my line of business. But don’t get it twisted; I deal with women that weigh anywhere between eight and eight hundred pounds. Big girls need love, too; and from what a lot of men tell me, they have the tightest, juiciest pussies out there, so don’t sleep.
Every morning, for the past two days, I’ve been crossing paths with this guy that looks good enough to eat. He looks like a native, though. His pecan skin and curly hair gives him the appearance of maybe being from Brazil, but when he speaks I can hear the islands in his tone. All he ever said was good morning, but it doesn’t take much.
Well, it just so happens, the hotel has a personal massage parlor that comes complimentary with your stay. So after I ate a light lunch, I went to get the stress rubbed out of my body. I signed in and stripped naked, putting on the robe that they supplied. A few minutes later, a woman, dressed in a sexy wrap skirt and bikini top escorted me to a room where I would be serviced. I requested a masseur, and she assured me he would be in to work his magic in a few. I hung up the robe and made myself comfortable on the table as she lit the aromatherapy candles.
Just as she was leaving, my friend from the beach walks in and washes his hands. I smiled on the inside as he got the oils together and turned on the radio to some soothing tunes. I closed my eyes the instant his hands made contact with my skin. With hands as big as his, you’d think they’d be rough, but his hands were as soft as a baby’s ass, and I was loving it. I was putty in his hands as he worked the stress out of my body with strong yet gentle strokes on my skin.
He paid special attention to each foot before moving his hands up my legs. When he reached the space between my thighs, I felt his finger trace the lips of my vagina before he moved to massage my thighs. My body tensed for a split second as I made an effort to pretend like what he had just done didn’t faze me, but my hormones were filled to