69.He should've taken the lift. A bit exhausted he reaches the target floor. Immediately he notices weird souncs coming from further down the corridor.... Rhythmic bumps, a muffled voice? Two voices? It's really hard to tell... With one heavy bag of luggage in each hand he hurries along the hallway towards the source of the commotion. Room 4.69. Standing right in front of the door he thinks he can even perceive muffled screams mixed with slapping and bumping. Is someone being beaten up in there??. She was dressed up as the slave Princess Leia. The skimpy costume was only a brass brassiere fastened over the neck and behind the back with string, a brass thong g-string panty, a red silk loincloth, and leather high-heeled boots. There were other various adornments she added, including a snake arm-wrap and two bracelets. Last, there was the chain and collar. She knew she looked good, her body was in great shape, her tits were big but firm. She was hoping a single dad may show up with his kids. Gentely squeezing and rubbing it, god her boobs felt amazing. She let out slight moans of enjoyment, I then slipped my hand down her top and once again began touching and feeling her amazing breasts. Soon her top and bea came off, and she let me suck and lick her rock hard nipples. For the best part of 5 minuites I was happily lick and feeling her boobs, then I felt her hand slip down inside the front of my trousers, her warm, soft hand grabbing my cock and starting to stroke it. She then. I spread my legs apart to give you a full view of my wet pussy.I rub my clit back and forth as you watch.“I bet you’d love to lick me, wouldn’t you?”You nod again, but I don’t give in as quickly this time. You lie in near anguish as you’re forced to watch me touch myself, and I grin knowing how badly you want to do it for me. I play with my breasts as I insert a finger into myself, smirking at you.Finally, when I know you can’t bear being ignored anymore, I bring my hands to you. I rub your.