"We are delighted you have been able to join us today for our fashion event. I would like you to give a big warm welcome to the star of the show, Paul...ne The Slut."I put on the first outfit, a white PVC dress and headed out on the stage. There were whistles and cat calls as I went out. People had their phones out and were taking photos. I walked all the way around the edge of the stage, smiling, shaking my hips and breasts. There was a lot of hollering and whistleing. I went back and changed. The evening bell began ringing again. To most, that signal was to make way for the bridge's raising and the gate's closure, but to Ivan and Miryam, it was the announcement of his release. His desire was to remain embedded within this bawdy lass' exquisite center, testes crushed against her buttocks whilst he unleashed his seed deep within her. But, growing into a man of prudence, he thought better than to likely impregnate the one with whom such a joining was forbidden.So Ivan withdrew at his. Obviously, I didn't fit into this environment. The sliding door of the entrance opened automatically and I followed the grey-haired man inside. The hotel was glamorous, the entrance hall was impressive with a huge chandelier hanging from the ceiling. At the reception he said determinedly: "Unexpectedly someone came to see me. Thank you for noting that!” We took the lift to the fifth floor and got out. The carpet was very thick and soft. He paused briefly in front of the elegant room door with. Sandra moaned as I looked around the room for distractions, reading various shit, counting things etc…to take my mind off how good she felt in order to go longer. My eventually numb cock was now ready to fuck for hours.Whenever I thought Sandra came I stopped shortly after to lick her clean and started all over. At one point I began fingering her tight asshole while Sandra bounced up and down my shaft. With each orgasm the next became harder and Sandra a little rougher. I loved anal sex and.