I kept on trying to meet her midway in between strokes. I just pushed my waist as high as I could. She put her hands on my chest as leverage for her b...dy as her waist did the magic of rolling and whining against my dick. She began to go faster and faster with eyes closed with complete concentration, and then tightened the muscles of her pussy against my dick. In that instant her nails sank into my chest as she climaxed. She collapsed over my chest, with my dick safely tucked into her.The nails. Not like some other cities, whose realities are harsh and dirty and damaging. Paris’ beauty lives in the moment and in the senses. Its only harshness is that it is a place where you must find yourself, or someone else will inevitably show you who you should have been. Paris does not suffer fools. Only visionaries. And if you embrace it, you can share in that. Its dirtiness is only in that it has an underbelly, as all great cities do. But in Paris, it is an underbelly full of the history and. Just as I abandon my efforts at counting he stops again. I am crying and hoping he is done but I jump as I feel his hand again. He is not hitting but has gone back to rubbing. Even this gentle touch is a little painful but what was humiliating before is now soothing. Oh, No! Rub the pain away if you must but don't move your hand there. I am ashamed to find my own body betraying me and I cannot close my legs to prevent his hand from sliding down there. Please don't touch me. He then reached up and pulled the boys head down to his cock as the other man held the boys hips, making him bend over instead of going down on his knees. I quick flash on the screen allowed me to get a good look at the man’s cock. It was big and hard and he stuck it in the boys mouth. I heard a smack as the man behind the boy spanked his ass hard. If the men had hoped no one would notice them it was lost as they spanked him. He stopped and pulled out his own cock and slid the tip up.