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Carmool hadn’t been fucked in what seemed like years. Examining herself in the hotel room’s full length mirror she couldn’t help but feel a little sad for the wasted time. Right now her milky white, long legs were just the right side of plump. Curvy but firm and round with promise. They glistened beneath the flesh coloured stockings which hugged the tops of her thighs their cold, rubber grips covered in frilly lace. Carmool’s gravity defying buttocks hung either side of the tiny, diaphanous thong which split her backside in two.
She shuffled her legs together, never for one second taking her eyes off herself. That red, pouting mouth, those dusty, purple eyes, peering out from just enough eye shadow to let anyone looking know that this was a girl who would be on her knees before you could say ‘spit or…’. All framed by tumbling, dark brown hair worked with curling tongs into playfully fat curls. She broke into a smile at the feel of nylon rubbing nylon. The rough but not too rough feel of the thong, riding upwards, gently brushing her tiny, tight arsehole as her hairless cock began to stiffen in her panties. Carmool was naked from the waist up. Hairless and scented with Jean Paul Gautier. The sickly, fruity perfume giving off an air of sexual experience and delight in debauchery. Without even realising she was doing it Carmool’s hand found its way to an erect nipple, twisting and turning the bright, little nub, sending tingles through her body.
But it was nearly two o’clock and Carmool hadn’t booked this hotel room for her own amusement. Well not just her own amusement.
Taking a second to let her stiff, little cock subside Carmool tucked herself as neatly away as possible pausing only to lick the pre-cum from her fingers.
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would think if they could see her now? If they knew she had booked this hotel room solely to give her ass, mouth and anything else inbetween to a man she’d met online? A man who as yet she didn’t even know what he looked like. But she knew one thing: he’d be here for two and when he arrived, assuming he wasn’t an arsehole, a troll or a no-show she was going to let him fuck her senseless as many times as he could manage. And she was going to tape the whole thing.
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