One last fucking thought… [/image]The stink of the room hung like wet velvet from everything. The days of unbridled lust still burning bright as Sadie the Cunt and Peter the Prick made their way through their own debauched bucket list. Now on the second hotel…well actually the third if you include the London tryst, where in fact the room was a virtual stank fuck toilet by the time they were done… ~ I sat straddling the luggage rack again…my half prolapsed very used holes hung low through the luggage straps, I watched him tie me to it …red rope…then my tits are bulging, veins throbbing, he’s… Citește mai mult