“I’m such a slut for your cock”, you say, as you absorb every inch of my massive erection again and again. Letting go of your wrists I roughly g...ab your shoulders and drive myself into you as far as I can; your back arches and you freeze as you feel the head of my cock go past your g-spot and hit your cervix. Watching you struggle turns me on even more, making my cock get even fatter inside you - widening your already stretched pussy. “grind my cock, slut!” I take my hands off your shoulders. Aking up to the screeching sound of a rocking wooden bed as my body moved in a constant motion opposite to that of the bed’s, forward, backward, forward, backward and so on, I felt edgy yet happy, there was this tension building up through my body while lying in bed on my back, slightly regaining consciousness, I felt my penis throbbing inside a squishy wet hole and was fully erect; buried in that very tight soft wet hole which belonged to a small body, a fragile entity, this entity was warm,. By the time after 30 min I told her let me pee and come back, I removed the camera and guess what, the camera was still on recording mode in the same place. This made me dream about her nude body recorded in camera.Then we spoke for the day and in noon we kissed and as usual she told we are not married I can’t do or show anything. But this time I was relaxed because I knew this time it’s bigger package which I have. Then she told let me sleep for some time. Can you leave the room .I said ok you. The flight is full, and all the overhead bins are jam-packed, so I have to wedge my carry-on underneath the seat in front of me, into the space usually reserved for my feet. Cattle travels in more spacious accommodations.When the plane lifts off, I sneak some glances of the San Francisco skyline through the window, and suddenly I have a strange anxiety in my chest, as if I have left something important behind. When the beverage trolley comes around, I am tempted to ask for bourbon or scotch or.