“And you were holding the door for Jeanne, but you should have let her through, let the doors close, then open them and walk through. Here, like thi....”Contessa Helena de San Finzione got up from the couch and stepped out of the room, closing the thick old wooden doors behind her. Five seconds passed, then the doors were shoved open and she stepped proudly into the room between them and strode back her seat on the couch.“Like that, Darling,” she said, pulling apart the croissant and popping a. The closer we got to her hotel, the more nervous we both became. We had not really discussed that we would be sexual during this visit, but I think we both anticipated we would be.We got to here suite at the hotel, and the rooms were great, well appointed and luxurious. There was a whole fruit basket on the table of the living area, and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. We made ourselves comfortable.We had always talked about taking a shower together and about how much fun that. It didn't take long before I was into a steady rhythm, pushing myself all the way in and out of her, forcing her to bite my hand as I use her hair to pull her back into me, her ass bouncing off my hips. She was biting harder and I could feel her getting closer to her orgasm, her legs weakening and her pussy tightening up around me, wanting to be fucked harder so she could cum. Not wanting to ignore the demands of her clenching pussy I released her mouth and hair and grabbed on to both of her. He happily slides on my body to take my tongue. He tightly holds me under my arm-pit and over shoulder blade.He sucked my tongue like any husband. My whole body starts warming. My eyes closed automatically. Sex hormones pumping with force inside my body. It was too much for me to absorb his sucking. I jerked to displace him but could not do so as my hands are tied behind me. I was feeling on my stomach that, his cock is regaining its power. After 4 minutes of power suck he released my tongue.