To cut it short, we found a guy in the club that got her attention, but she was to shy to get in touch with him. So I had to make the contact. He was ...n his early thirties with black hair and his name was Ralf. After some talking we went to our hotel room, took some drinks and talked, while Ralf was staring at Angelica’s legs. She asked him if he wanted a closer look, and after he nodded yes she raised her skirt to her waist to show him her stockings. I looked at him and saw a nice big bulge in. I rode him like my life depended on it, all the while my hands exploring his muscular chest and shoulders for support. After what must have been 10 minutes, he grabbed my neck and pulled me down towards him for a long, deep kiss. This drove me over the edge and I felt another orgasm building without once touching my own cock. Without breaking our kiss, he took control of my riding and began pumping his cock into me again, rhythmically matching my moans into his mouth. When he finally broke our. . Daddy! Daddy Roger, I mean!” Fiona confessed breathlessly as I screwed her ruthlessly over the bathroom sink.“You want my spunk, bitch? You want it, slut? You want it, honey? Beg me for my cum and cream yourself while I give it to you! As your Maker, I command you to have a massive orgasm and to take every last drop of my jizz!” I ordered Fiona as I kept thrusting harder inside her and fondling her delightful cheeks.“Please, cum inside me! Please, fill me up with your spunk! I’m .... Come for me,” I released. I came harder than I think I’ve ever come. She wasn’t prepared for the jet of cum that spurted from me and sprayed down along her leg. It was followed by a second spurt, a string which was less fluid, that snaked, rather than splattered, across her thigh. With a grunt I collapsed back on the soft gravel, breathing hard. “Oh!” she gasped as she looked at her leg. And then very quietly, “Oh, Martin. How beautiful.” After that she was quiet for a minute and continued to.