As I expected, the only furniture in my room was a bed and dresser. The top drawer had white cotton panties, all bikini style. Second drawer had cotto... tees, all tank-tops. The third had tampons, pads, and a new toothbrush. I quickly dressed and put the robe on a hook on the wall. Then I lay on the bed to think. I had to escape and soon. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I had been awake for what seemed like an entire day. I though back to this morning (if it had been morning), when I first. You grab my hips and adjust your cock so the tip of you just parts my silky wet folds. I arch my back, pushing my ass back towards you, wanting more and yet you stay just barely touching me. Suddenly the gondola bumps over another tower and swings wildly, causing you to lose your balance and plunge into me. Once in motion you can’t hold back and you begin to drive yourself deeper and harder into my wet, willing pussy. Your hands grip my hips harder, pulling me onto your cock, your cockhead. He was amused at my speed & eagerness and said in a laughing voice, “Let’s have mutual fun and enjoy it,ok? pronto!”. I was overjoyed, grabbed one of his fantastic boob in my palm and sucked on the other nipple voraciously, like a hungry baby on it’s mother’s boobs for milk. I observed goose pimples on his skin and chest rising fast. He pressed my head close to him and was thoroughly excited and erotic, mumbling sweet nothings & moans from him begged me for more and more. The breasts were so. He had not removed the T shirt completely; he left it covering my head and pressed my back making me collapse on my arms. He spread my legs a bit wider and pulled my panties down and inserted two of his fingers in my vagina. It was then when I realized how wet I really was, his fingers slid right in, I could hear him comment something in Russian. He removed his fingers and I could hear him remove his shirt, I had that tingling sensation in my pussy, a sign that I was getting wetter in.