The ride arrived within minutes and got them to the hotel quickly.Meg was loud. She shared her son’s graduation with everyone she met in the hotel.... She was proud of her boy. Luke was a bit embarrassed.The elevator took them to the 7th floor, and the door of Room 712 closed behind them. It was dark. Luke searched for the lights.“Don’t turn the lights on,” he heard her say.He noticed her body move across the room. She opened the curtains and blinds, and the city lights lit up the room. She. The girl’s eyes widened as realisation started to dawn on her. Her mouth flung open involuntarily: forming an O. Claire sneered and slapped the girl’s breasts — which were spilling over her sides — simultaneously with both hands. They jumped up slightly and rolled across Jenny’s chest before settling back down.“I-I am so sorry!” Jenny said meekly. Claire clamped each of the girl’s nipples between the thumb and index finger of her hands and lifted the breasts up. They were heavy and her fingers. She was so wet by the time he was done yelling at her that as she stumbled out of his office, she grabbed Luke and headed straight for the washroom.The noises that followed made it pretty clear what they were doing in there.After her orgasm, Molly had a brief moment of clarity. Looking at herself in the mirror above the sink, she felt like her old self was looking back, disappointed. Before she could really take that in, she noticed her tattoo - even though Molly could no longer read what it. No other man’s sperm would spunk into the k** without seeing the flags my boys were about to plant, deep in his guts - mini markers of me.It was a freight-train of an orgasm. For the first time all night I pushed aside his needs and rode him for my own, letting him feel who I was in my moments of greatest passion and desire. My angry, aggravated balls – denied a summer of fuck – pumped out more cum than I can ever remember shooting, flooding his guts, drowning his depths. I grunted like a bull,.