He slammed himself back into me, as he came and came and came. I trembled and I moaned, and my mind raced. “This sexual god loves me. ME! And only m...! I’m the luckiest woman in the world!” His spent cock stayed in my pussy, gently throbbing every time my contracting pussy squeezed him. Stray drops continued to dribble out of him and deep into me, as my arms and legs hugged him tight, and we tongue-kissed hungrily. We slept like that for maybe twenty minutes, then got up and showered together,. It was 7 PM by now.Me: My room or yours?Man: Your choice.Me: My room then.With this, the man calls the waiter and hands over a 1000 rupee bill without asking for the payable amount and tells the waiter “keep the change”We both get up and start walking towards the lift. Once in the lift, I press 3rd floor and before we knew it were in my room that is 319. While inside I asked the man to be seated on the sofa, turned on the TV and asked for 5 minutes and headed for the washroom. Once in the. For the foreseeable future mymouth wasn't going to be for speaking. My suggestion of my safeactionbeing simply pushing against his legs was thrown out because hethought of that simply as spice. He explained that me strugglingagainst him was arousing and expected, that only something trulydesperate would pull him out of his arousal. It made me feel a littlesmaller, a little less in control, that he actually wanted me to pullaway, turn my head away, or otherwise try to avoid him. All so. "My wife and I are on a mission we're not at liberty to divulge," saidHelmut, reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket for his papers. "Ihave a letter of passage here personally signed by the Fuhrer himselfthat permits us to go where we will."The man took the papers, his eyes widening when he read Hitler's letter.He stared at the two of us more closely."It is you!" he said, "Count and Countess von Rumstahl! I should haverecognised you immediately, Herr Count. My apologies." Don't worry.