Trixie knew full well why I had brought her here. You just don’t start taking off your clothes in a random hotel room for a foreigner you just met on the street without realizing what the end game was going to be. These girls are a lot smarter than we sometimes give them credit for, believe me. I began feeling up Trixie’s pert little breasts and tight little ass, running my hands and fingers up and down her slender brown torso; a feeling as wonderful and sublime as any on Earth I assure you.
She then got down on her knees and served me with what I would call a very industrious blow job. Not the best head I’ve ever gotten, but not the worst either. Somewhere in the middle, and plenty good enough to meet it’s intended purpose of hardening up my pole for the bigger show to come. It is supposed to be foreplay after all. I then returned the service by dining at her Y a bit also, getting her love chunnel well-prepped for a good thrashing.
Once inside, the incredible wet gripping sensation of her pussy pulling on my cock skin made the entire day worth it. This is why I do what I do fellas. The moment you stick your most prized of possessions into a brand new cunt you just met is one of unparalleled glory and bliss; especially when it’s tighter than a fucking duck’s ass on ice! My word, what a snapper!
But I couldn’t think too much about how great it felt then, or I would’ve surely blew my load earlier than a boy on prom night. So I gritted my teeth and fought my way through a handful of different positions for posterity’s sake (that’s you!) before finally unleashed my then-boiling-over load into this little spinner’s otter pocket from behind.