. Lotus.” He hardly heard her rasp.“Lotus is fucking your pussy.” Petrovsky murmured and he bucked, feeling his cum boil within his balls.“Mor...e, Lotus. Harder. Fuck me harder.” She cooed, rearing back to meet his thick strokes. Petrovsky took hold of her breasts, rolling her nipples between two fingers. Suddenly he grabbed her by the back of the neck, pulling her hands from the floor and forcing her into his lap, fucking her in a fury from behind. “Lotus. Lotus. More.” She gasped, but he pulled. My married office colleague had the perfect boobs – not too big, not too small. They were just bigger than my palm-hold.I started my colleague’s tits like a hungry lion. I kissed her tummy and buried my face on it. It was like a jelly ball and I was playing like a kid with it.I got down further and removed her panty. It was the gateway to heaven and had a little bit of pubic hair. My mind started to run fast. It was time for some action and the married lady was begging me to insert it in her.I. Her look suggested whips, chains,and long evenings of being brutalized.The concierge took one look and gave her a room. Her number was 251,not high compared to those that had arrived for Rupert, but these roomswould be for anywhere from overnight to a week.It was day five and Regina was bored, bored, bored. Being anymphomaniac was a pain in ever orifice large to hold a cock. By hercount she had gone through 167, and the longest any had survived waseight hours. When they stopped begging, she was. Then it hit her the scent of the mist had been the same pheromones that affected them and Renamon the last time jay tried to cover her face but it was too late. She had already began to feel the effects of the mist it wasn't long before she noticed her panties were drenched and quickly soaking her pants. Soon her mind became lost and her conscious drifted away. Soon she regained herself and to her shock she was fully naked all her clothes by her side she wondered what had happened but she.