He began walking toward the vacant hotel room. The redhead, not wanting to let his delicious cock go, wrapped her hands around the back of his knees, ...nd she slid down the carpeted hallway as he walked, not letting go of even one inch of him, and not minding the burning feeling of the friction as her bare knees slid across the carpet. All that she could focus on, all that she cared about now, was that this beefy, muscular stud was about to powerfully fuck her desperately-horny and oh-so-juicy. And only when she had finished lapping it all up did, she flop down on the bed next to me. We were laying down face to face. She had a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. "Did you enjoy that, Becci?" she asked. I could only utter a positive moan, but she understood it was a yes. "So did I, and there is a lot more of that to come in the future," she said.It was then that I realized that she had not had a climax. I lifted myself up on one elbow and pushed her flat onto the bed. I then. I love seeing a cream pie. Why don’t you push it out but in a minute? Let’s put it in something to savor for later.”He looked around and saw an old wine goblet that was dusty and looked like it’s been there a while. He took the comforter and wiped the dust out of it. Then he said, “I love the idea of you letting us fuck you without protection. That tells me you’re not a real whore, but someone that Jocko talked into doing this. But the best thing is seeing one of my Bro’s cum being dumped out. She grabbed my arms and dug in her manicured fingertips, shaking and trembling.“Yessss!” she exclaimed as I worked my tool back and forth, my hands and arms planted on either side of her, as I hovered over her, looking down into her huge brown eyes. With each thrust, she let out an “uh” sound as I slowly increased my rhythmical thrusting. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she gasped for breaths though an open mouth.The fucking was intense, as intense as anything I had ever.