I gave the concierge a polite smile and turned around, my aching girl-cock bouncing before me. She needed to cum so badly and... A maid crossed the lobby heading for the elevator. She had ebony skin and a certain sway to her hips that her gray smock couldn't hide. My clit-dick twitched so hard at the sight of indian her curly weave of hair spilling down to her shoulders. doggy style It had a lustrous gleam about it, exciting. She entered the elevator. The doors started to close. I hurried across the lobby, calling, “Hold the elevator!” “Sure,” the black woman said, thrusting her hand out and catching the door. They retracted. She gave me a smile and then her eyes widened when she saw what was bouncing before me, thrust through my robe's opening. “You?” “Yep, me,” I said as I slipped into the elevator. “Mmm, yes it is... Shania.” I read her name off her nametag. “What a cute name.” “I heard you were staying with us,” she groaned. “Oh, my god, I love watching the Miss Bred Beauty Pageant. I masturbated so hard Big Tits during the last one when that pregnant, Chinese girl used the violet wand on your body and made your dick erupt so high up into riding the air.” “That was sooooo much fun,” I groaned. “Ha-Yun deserved to win the crown this year.” “And now you're here with this dick,” the Black maid said. She fell to her knees as the elevator lurched up. “Oh, god, it's just as big as they say and... Is that pussy juices on your dick?” “I've been fucking all night,” I purred, staring down at her, an idea forming in my mind. “Why don't you get a taste?” “Yes!” the Black maid breathed. Shania inhaled my cock. She sucked my girl-dick into her mouth with such enthusiasm. “Tish, Leticia, sweetheart. Her bowels milked me dry. The girl with the stiff Big Tits curls doggy style looked at me like a piece of meat. “Oh god Cyrus, that feels so good.” She moaned as Mom let indian out another cry from orgasming downstairs. “So he won't get to cum at all?” asked Zanyia. I was quickly at a height disadvantage, but at a clear height advantage to riding admire her legs—tanned, no stockings, and poking modestly from a bright yellow sundress. "No, I can't. “Please, just untie me and I’ll take them off, I swear.” truly satisfying . . . Clothing rustled.