It was for his genitalia that February bought the painting. She took one look at that eternally swollen cock made from oil paint, and decided that she...wanted this painting in her bedroom. It was good for the morale of her loins. It appeared to be whispering to her, asking her to purchase it. When she got home to hang up the painting, she read up the subject of the painting, Priapus, and found out that he was a minor rustic fertility God who was supposed by some to be the son of Aphrodite and. That only left one option, the last refuge for cheating spouses and horny men on the make, a cheap no-tell hotel.We lived in an area where tourism is a major industry, so finding a place was no problem. I picked one far away from where most of the team lived, and told Elena to meet me there at nine o'clock on a Friday night. That was a week after our State Cup qualifying tournament, which we won, thanks in no small part to Elena's spectacular and courageous play in goal. Because of that, she. She squealed as he poured half the contents onto her rectal area. Talk about cold! But her ass was so hot that the beer seemed to turn immediately into steam.She looked back and saw him dump the rest of the liquid onto his stiff jutting cock. "I don't want to rip you apart, bitch," he smiled. "And when I go into your shitter, you're gonna feel every inch of my dick!"He pushed his knob up against her anus and gave it a shove. He was bigger, knocking at her backdoor, than Trish had quite counted. This $5.00 purchase would easily last two meals. That's how some people think when it's cold.I got in line. The women in front of me were going to take until tomorrow for me to get through. I moved to the speed line by the front door. You can go through it if you just have a couple of items. Foiled again. There were several in front of me there too, but it wouldn't take long.To the left of the cashier, behind some displays I saw her. She had to be more than sixteen, but less than twenty four..