Nothing had changed, I told myself, trying to relax and keep smiling. Or more strictly, Marco hadn’t changed, I realised. But it seemed that what h...d taken place here last night, at this very hotel, in a suite two storeys above us, had changed me forever. The thought of Drew, who’d already moved on and was at this very moment dating another woman as though nothing had happened between us, caused an odd cramping sensation in my chest. ‘I hope you’re right,’ I murmured absently. Marco’s gaze. Max's firm grip on the back of her head kept her there, cock in the mouth. She felt his hand push on the back of head and obediently she slid the thick cock deeper into her mouth. As the cock went deeper, Nikita reached down and started furiously rubbing her clit. Max took over the blowjob at this point, firmly gripping Nikita's head and pushing his thick cock in and out of her mouth. His balls slapped against her chin. She loved that noise. Roughly, Max pulled Nikita's head off of his cock and. She started to rock backwards and forwards on him until he suddenly, holding on to her waist started to pound into her, his hips lifting off the bed with each thrust, full on fucking her, she bounced about on top of him and tried to hold on as he forced his cock in and out of her she was sure she could feel him hit her cervix, she tried to ride back on him, but he had the power so she leaned into him and kissing him he pounded in and out of her pussy, her orgasm having approached been rode out,. She sat with her knees together and feet a bit apart with her toes pointing at each other, carefully listening to the speaker-I assumed so, anyway; it was impossible to tell for sure, since her eyes were hidden by the reflection in her lenses. I imagined that if I could see them, they would have been big and attentive, which in my mind matched her shoulder-length dark hair and fair skin, colored by an inexplicable blush. I watched her absent-mindedly rub the hem of her skirt, remove.