Gwen shook her head and said, “He’s an ass and only thinks of himself. Especially in the bedroom.” Max raised his eyebrows at that one, then asked, “How Brunette come you don’t divorce?” “Oh. I am trying, but he keeps blocking it. It’s way cheaper to keep me than it is to let me divorce him, because I get half, and he is a very selfish person. But one day, I will be free of him. But, it doesn’t stop me from having fun with men. I am only human, you know.” she said with a chuckle. “And a very pretty one, at that Gwen.” Max said, as interracial he raised his glass to her, as a toast. “Thank you. Compliments always welcome. And, you are a very handsome man too Max.” she said, leaving out the part where she’d love to see how handsome he is naked. Had this been a date, she could see herself going to bed with him that night and fucking like two teenagers, but knowing exactly what to do. Max too, was thinking about the same thing, wondering how tasty her pussy would be, if he got lucky enough to go down on her and skinny feast on her pussy for a night or two. The two then headed out to the place they first started talking, and had their final cigarette for the evening. Then he escorted her to the elevators, since it was getting late. They both chuckled when they found out they both were on big cock the top floor. Her room was 4 rooms down from his, on the Gulf side of the hotel, which offered a beautiful view of the MILF Gulf of Mexico. As Gwen was walking to her room, she said, “maybe one evening we could share a drink on the balcony and take in the view.” to which Max heartily agreed too. Gwen had just crawled in bed, naked, as she always sleeps. With her was one of dildo’s. In her mind, she was hoping to replace the toy with Max’s cock, hoping he was fairly large, and not the 6 inch, skinny cock her husband had used on her. "But... Brunette “Spanking?” Rebecca asked. "Thank you, master," she gasped in-between catching her breath. She found a burning hot bare and wet pussy. Without taking his eyes off the road, the ran reached over and grabbed her throat with a crushing grip. He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face and then immediately regretted it, remembering his promise and thinking, ‘I have no right to touch Rachel so intimately.’ "What should we about the kid? At the same time, there was a knock at the door. The bed swayed erotically beneath her, and she clutched her hard-nippled tits. She whispered something to him and grabbed his arm. Directly in skinny front of her on the big cock bed MILF were the interracial keys to the padlock. His undershirt came next, a difficult task since Ian went back to pinning his arms over his chest whenever Silas let them go.