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The 11th Floor
The 11th Floor
My Christmas present this year was a trip to Washington DC. Our first night here I begged to christen the room and the huge window that had a view of a construction site with two mammoth cranes. After a night of drinks in the hotel bar and many shots of Southern Comfort I got my wish.
It started with a little floor play in the bed. On my back, knees bent my Master slammed into me. This is one of my favorite feelings: that first insertion, the rough glide. He fucked me that way for a while when I asked to lie on my back while he laid flat against me. I love to work my pussy muscles against his hard cock. He won't come easy this night, he wants to make me beg. I work the muscles over and over and I come over and over. Then I look out the window. I want the curtains open, the night to be a silent watcher. I ask oh so sweetly and he grants my wish. Leading me over by the hair he plasters me against the freezing cold window. My nipples scream with the intense cold but at the same time love the pain. He then pulls my ass out just enough so that he can find my wet pussy where he proceeds to fuck me against the glass for all that can possibly see from the ground up. My hot and sweaty body coated the freezing glass as he grabbed hold of my shoulders and dug into my pussy as far as he could. This little slave was rewarded with his cum shooting up inside of me just as I came again.
Trips and hotels can be such a wonderful treat.