Very slowly, I make entry into her soaking wet pussy. Courtney lets out a little squeal as I pump away. Courtney makes sounds like she's about to sque...eze out a baby. My freshly shaved balls flop around and the sound of our skin smacking echoes off the walls. Courtney holds both of my arms as I slide my cock in and out of her shaved twat. The room is a little stuffy and it doesn't take long before the sweat begins to pout off out bodies. Courtney is wearing a tight white tee and it's clear that. “OK” I said to the girl behind the counter I'll take 10 no 20 minutes and handing over the money the girl got up and walking through the open door beckoned me on.The walls ceiling and floor were all black and walking up to a door the girl knocked on the door which after a second or two was opened from the inside by voluptuous blond in black lingerie.“Hi, I've got a client, I'll be using the back room. She then turned back to me and asking me to hold the door open for her went back to the top of. From your wet, willing pussy to your tight, puckered ass, my tongue roams, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in its wake. Suddenly you are pulled away from me, as Zack coaxes you up onto his lap. You climb aboard eagerly, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. Your kiss is not the long, loving type that you and I share, but a frenzied, lustful face fucking with you tongues. He pulls your shirt off and devours your tits, sucking hard on each nipple as your arms lock around his head.. "That's good, that'll do," said Passepartout to himself.He suddenly observed, hung over the clock, a card which, upon inspection, proved to be a programme of the daily routine of the house. It comprised all that was required of the servant, from eight in the morning, exactly at which hour Phileas Fogg rose, till half-past eleven, when he left the house for the Reform Club-all the details of service, the tea and toast at twenty-three minutes past eight, the shaving-water at thirty-seven minutes.
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