He was a handsome man, a bit on the beefy side, but with his size he carried it well. His huge hand came forward to clasp Chuck's, engulfing it comple...ely. "Mister Dennison.", he said in a booming baritone, "What a great honor it iss to meed you! Und zo unexshpected, too! My name iss Pieter Van Pelt! I am der manacher here!" Chuck looked down at the man's enormous hand, then flicked his gaze back to the man who owned it. "Mister Van Pelt; it's a pleasure to meet you, sir! If my initial. He was right. I was enjoying it. I liked it and I knew I'd want to do it again. I could taste the salty precum from the tip as I moved my head back and forth, letting him fuck my face. "Beat your meat. I want to see you beat yourself off for me," he instructed.I reached down with my right hand and began stroking my cock which was as hard as it had ever been. I removed my mouth from his cock just long enough to spit in my hand and then return it to my cock as I moved up and down on Randy's. ”un sunni nalla orutukatta maari erukula da” (“I know your cock is very hard,”) She finally whispered.”Nalla paarakal maari eruku maami” (“It’s hard as hell, Aunty,”) I replied. I pushed the swollen head of my cock to my Aunty’s flesh. I rubbed the dripping piss hole up and down her thighs, over the cheeks of her ass. She shook and trembled with the feeling, shoving her ass back eagerly. I placed the head of my cock upon her asshole, and gasped with the steaming heat of it.”Ooooh, romba perusa. It was the only light in the darkened hotel room. "Have a seat," she told me, and I made a move to sit on the ottoman by the window. "No," she scolded sternly. "At my feet, on the floor. Perhaps you would be more comfortable kneeling." I slowly sank to my knees into the cheap hotel carpet. "I would think that a classy place like this would have better carpet," I thought to myself as I looked down shamefully. She neatly placed my clothing on the dresser next to my open suitcase, than sat my.