Carrie scooted back from the table and he moved by her. He told her to kiss it and he would make sure she was fucked with it. She looked at me and I...nodded. She bent over and kissed his cock. We got up from the table and all got in the car and drove to a hotel. I checked us in while John and Carrie stood outside waiting. John was running his hands over her tits when I came out. On the elevator up I pulled up her dress and found her pussy sopping wet. Once in the room Carrie got out of. Then as Huda stands and opens her arms wide the wife pauses the music with her back facing us, we can see her deep breathing as the wife motions me to get up and grope our guest dancer while she remains frozen. Instructed not to speak and to hold indefinitely I rub and squeeze up her firm back and arms then pass the back of my fingers down her front while she takes a deep breath ending by brushing her inside thigh, the wife resumes the music and the dancing flows around the room again her eyes. More

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