I grab your hands and lift them over your head, holding them down roughly with one hand. I smear lube on my cock, pull your G-string to the side and p...sh at your hole. You struggle, which makes your ass wiggle against my hard cock, increasing the friction. I lean in and my cockhead slips inside your hot, tight tunnel. You start to cry a little with the pain and humiliation, knowing I love that, and I pull out and put more lube onto the tip of my cockhead, then slide back inside my sweet bitch's. The hotel seemed to be getting slightly busier and, making our way back to the beach, I noticed that it definitely had more people there, mostly couples, but I observed a few single men too and some apparently single women.We showered before dinner and headed out naked again over towards the bar. The hotel had placed advertising boards in various locations, promoting tonight’s swingers party. I wasn’t sure what that would entail and must admit that I was a little uncertain about attending this,. ...fuck...yes..baby...yes...suck my dick. I placed my hands on his ass pulling him toward me. "Oh you want to be fucked do you?" he asked, I managed a moan of approval and Richard began to treat my mouth as if it was a deep wet pussy. He pound his dick in my mouth with such force. There was a mirror on the wall next to the bed that captured his slender frame pumping forcefully. My cheeks were sore and my eyes began to water. The pain was just what I needed. My pussy was on fire, I think she..my. Their spearpoints gleamed in rows unending. Meanwhile, were a person to simply listen to the birds or glance toward the carefree, sunshine-laden sky above, they could be forgiven for thinking that all was right in the world. It wasn’t. A revolt of gladiators and Xokothi slaves in the south had begun to spread like a cancer – a cancer which would have to be cut out or cleansed, and soon – or other parts of Prythia might erupt into disorder and violence. More than anything, General Carpathiel.