” I was sure he is dirty minded and would do hurt my modesty but I had no option. I said yes to him. He said that he will be sending some parcel to ...e and then he will ping me again.It was 7 in the evening and then the bell rang. It was the room service person. He handed me a packet saying it’s my laundry. I was wondering I did not give anything, I just reached today. I opened it in front of the room service guy itself and was shocked. It was a very short one piece and red in colour. It was. Let’s get his number…“Aaaauuughhhh!” cried Tony as he drove in hard and fired salvo after salvo of hot sperm deep into her. She loved that feeling of hot sperm inside her.After about a minute of gasping, Tony stood up and grabbed her by hair. Spinning her around on her knees, he slapped her hard, then spit in her face and shoved his half-hard cock in her mouth.“Clean it off, cunt.”Maybe we won’t get his number. I may be a slut and a whore, but I'm not a cunt.She did love the taste, though. His. I thought I heard rustling in the hallway. I pulled out of his mouth and dropped to my knees. I slowly licked around his cock head, and held his tight balls in one hand. With the other I guided his cockhead all over so I could lick it all. I didn’t notice that my wife had heard me moaning from out in the hallway. Instead of barging in, she wanted to see who I was fucking, so she opened the door quietly. She watched this whole thing. I milked his shaft with my fingers a lapped up the clear,. After this, he pulls his socks on, noticing something seems a little strange but not quite being able to connect anything other than that his shirt sleeves seem a little long. Once he finishes with his socks, he pulls his jeans up his legs, and around his hips. When he gets them there though he finds he is having trouble zipping them up. Unable to do so, he sits down again to try to discover the problem.As he sits down he feels a strange sensation in his chest again, almost as though a part.