And with that I grabbed her hips maneuvering myself into position. I feel the heat emanating from her pussy onto the cool slick wetness on my cock. I ...icked my lips and slammed back into her. Ivanka gasps. It feels...So...Much. Bigger. In fact it stretched her pussy to the point where it hurt and she whimpers in-between gasps. This pleased me and I begin my rhythmic thrusting, making my monstrous balls slap against her luscious ass. Pain mingling with pleasure for her as she feels herself. “This is New York. It would be sacrilegious not to have bagels.”“Of course, add bagels.”She soon brought us what usually is called a Continental breakfast. That term always confuses me. European, or Western European, certainly. But if we were in Antarctica, it should consist of raw fish bedded on seaweed, served by clumsy tuxedoed waiters.····After eating, Gerri cleared things away, and then arranged herself on the bed, having first removed the outer parts of the French maid outfit. Wearing. Her big tongue lapped over the shaft of my dick, reaching up to my belly. Normally, after three or four spurts, my orgasm would begin to subside. This time, however, watching and feeling the dog’s big wet, pink tongue rasping over me, the fourth shot of cum I fired was more intense and contained more spunk than the first wad I shot. I wasn’t able to see how much cum I’d actually spilled, as the dog’s big tongue lapped the goo from my belly almost the instant it shot out of me. And it seemed. I slam him against the wall, and with teeth gritting, and my best low throaty voice, “You try to out me again lil bro, and I will END your punk lil ass”. I yank him towards me, then slam him again into the wall, this time the back of his head hitting it pretty hard. He starts shaking, and I slam him again, and yelling now “You got me lil shit”? Dustin manages to let out a yes while still shaking from fear. I let him go and tell him to clean up the kitchen, and load the dishwasher. He was.