I started tasting his cock, and it felt at least 8 inches long. He was lifting up and down, virtually fucking my mouth with each lift. Each thrust his...cock went deep and deep inside my throat. He pushing my head up and down, as I mumbled something like this. “Umm umm mmm mmm umm, umm.” I mumbled, sucking his cock. I had face fucked before and this was no different, but why was I even doing it. And all the while he said or did nothing, but guided my head up and down his cock. I started getting. I want to feel him inside me. As I’m rubbing up against him, I’m thinking about last night where he bent me over this same kitchen sink. I’m thinking bout how wet and tight I was for him, and how his thick cock made me scream out his name so loud he gagged me with a dish towel. Moaning more, he traces my figure with his left hand, his right still playing with a pierced nipple. He finds the waist of my tights, slipping his hand in first tracing the lacey edges of my g-string, then to squeeze. That night at 11pm, the Grand Hotel doorman started his night shift. He watched a young couple stroll through the front entrance and enter the lobby. They were both dressed in elegant evening attire. He in a black tuxedo and she in a black lace cocktail dress with high heels. The experienced doorman sensed their anxiety. His eyes followed them down the lobby towards the elevators.Alea’s hand pressed itself on her dress between her legs as soon as the sliding doors closed. She had been. I loved the view of stocking tops, white buttocks, and peachy bottom. Sally got very wet, very quickly so it was always easy to push my cock home. And a wet cunt that wasn’t too tight meant I could keep going for a decent length of time. With a combination of tongue, fingers and my cock Sally would squirt, the first woman I ever met who did so. All too soon the week was over, after a hot and sticky Saturday morning fuck we said our goodbyes promising to write.Well write we did, probably a.