" I lean back into him, and turn my head to allow him access to my neck. He places light kisses behind my ear, all the time tracing his fingers delica...ely from my chin, down my neck, to my collarbone and the tops of my breasts. The kisses become insistent and more passionate, his tongue massaging my flesh. I grind my hips back into his and there it is! That wonderfully rock hard chocolate cock! I smile and let out a little approving yummy sound. Suddenly, the kisses stop, and he presses his. Her bottom was stinging and yet their fingering brought her some relief. While they fingered her they also talked between themselves, commenting on her cunt, commenting on her wetness. Discussing who was going to fuck her first.“Rod will go first,” one of them said. “But I wanna go next.”The other agreed but he also said, “I want first go at her arse though. I reckon she’s never had a cock up there,” he commented as he probed her with a finger. Rod walked around the bed again for a final check. A kind of nondescript boutique hotel, not a small family run one, no. One that was serviced by maybe 30 employees, very very modest and also one that may have had its hay day during the fabulous renaissance of Italy. The girl, she reminded me of a more regal time. She was proud of her family hotel and she had every right to be, I was proud that she sat beside me to indulge in conversation, a conversation I knew all to well. The one of lustful sex. I decided then and there, this regal girl, I. As his body turned towards the hole, I quickly withdrew. A finger probed the hole, which I knew indicated his interest. I copied the action, and subsequently a large, hairless cock slid through the gloryhole. So here it was; my first encounter with a real cock (other than my own). I gingerly placed my hand upon it, and it jumped at my touch, My own cock began to harden as I realised that I would be making this guy cum. I planter a kiss on the tip of the cock; a dab of precum stuck to my lips -.