Indian Housewife Intimate Encounter In Hotel

She had this look of hunger on her face. He wondered if she had seen him peeking after all? Ronald himself was a huge fan. “You’re Debra from the WWF right?”
Debra -Marshall-Williams, formerly known as Debra McMichael smiled and simply replied “that’s me” not seeming to want to engage in any small chit chat. She continued to bob her head back and forth, faster and faster, sucking on Ronald’s rock hard cock. He grabbed her tits from behind and she cocked her head a little and started to kiss him. He always got that look too. In the seven years since he first took out a loan to open his own gym, the one perk that he still enjoyed was watching all of his female patrons in their skin tight body suits work up a sweat. Times when he heard a sultry, southern accent. His strong, black hands fondled her as he kissed her breasts. “This is the best workout I’ve ever had” she smiled. She was so caught up in her fantasy of being with this hung, black stud before her that she didn’t notice him slowly