"By the time she'd finished, I was a wreck. My clit stung. My breasts were streaked. My whole body was aglow. I craved to clamp my thighs together to ...nd the madness. To tip into the abyss. But somehow knew she wouldn't let me. "Fuck, Sharah… Fuck!"She tilted her head again, that wicked glint returning. "Are you begging me, Amber? Hmm?"Pacing closer, she reached out and twisted my face towards her. Hiked her skirt. The pale pink of her panties were stained with a dark oval. "See what your kink. He wanted to go back to that place, that game. He put the rose to his lips and closed his eyes. – – – Rihanna played in the background – the echoing techno infiltrating Matt’s brain. He watched the city of Montreal from his hotel room on the top floor. The city was tail lights blinking and bright beacons calling and the heavy drone of office floors still blazing, sprawled out below him. Montreal was a whole galaxy of little stars twisting before his bay windows. This was his first hotel room as. His cock was super hard and looked huge from where I was. She hadn’t lied to me, it was a magnificent cock, easily two inches longer than mine, and almost twice as thick. I could see precum glistening on the tip, and I silently begged him to walk back over to her. He did, and stood over her, watching the slow rise and fall of her tits as she slept. He started stoking his monster dick, and I thought he was going to cum all over her massive jugs. He stopped, looked over at me one more time, them. " Isaid, "Well I haven't washed it in about a month." She said, "Well I goingto have to wash it twice to get it the way I need it."After she was satisfied my hair was nice and clean, she added some reallysmelly stuff and rubbed it in my hair all over. Boy did that stuff stink.She worked the stuff into my hair, and then placed a large plastic cap onmy head so my hair was all up inside the cap, as she set a timer tellingme to head over to the hair styling chair.As I sat in the chair, she said it.