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Yasha didn't shout anything but Oh my living hell it's big , so I was sure I was safe. Now, the fun thing about being a guy, is this: the second your abs hit her butt, you know it. It's a feeling that can't be mistaken. A definite either/or. Either you're going to spend the next few minutes, make it ten if you're lucky, trying to think of the grossest things your mind will let you, or you're gonna grab her ass and relax, knowing she's going to have two, three, maybe four orgasms before you indian even have to start thinking about having one yourself. I can safely say the latter was the case. Now babe hear me out. This is a legit question. Have you ever been in a hotel, your dick deep inside a pretty girl, when her moaning (oh God, Yasha was a moaner) is disturbed by more moaning, coming from the wall her head is banging into? I will go as far as saying I have, and it was happening right there, right then. What are the odds of two couples, be it married or just random acquaintences, amateur going at it, in the same hotel, on the same floor, feet away from the same shared balcony? Harder , Yasha whispered, I don't want to hear her . Now harder , I can do. Matter of fact, I was gonna do that anyway, regardless of some slut next door getting it. Now I don't want to brag, but things took long enough for me to be able to walk to the fridge, take out the bottle of schnaps I had bought earlier that day, light two cigarettes - I share, people - and have Yasha sit down on top of me. Lasting is usually hardest when a girl is on top, for you're not in charge of speed and depth, but the bottle, the smoke, the moaning next door and the mesmerizing bouncing of Yasha's boobs proved plenty of distraction. It may only happen a few times in a man's life when he porn can fuck, and fuck, and keep fucking a girl without having to worry about screwing it up, and when it does, he has to make the most of it. And boy, did I. I rubbed her clit. I slapped her boobs. I grabbed her by the neck and squeezed. I left handprints on her buttcheeks, I let her bury her nails into my chest, I knocked on the wall and shouted Change positions, she's getting bored! And all this time, Yasha was jumping up and down, rubbing, reminding herself how much she liked all of this. If she asks for a break, you know you're doing good. Great, even. We did go for a break, sort of. After wet Yasha had gone to the bathroom, we stepped out on the balcony, fully naked. We smoked, we drank, she kept me semi-hard, I kept her dripping wet. People down on the street barely noticed. Yasha, however, did notice something: a curtain, not even remotely closed, and behind it, an old, beer-bellied man, looking upwards, and in front of him a tiny girl, who did not at all look of legal age, but must have been, judging by the size of her breasts. We spotted them just in time, and I got a full-on boner just in time. As if it was perfectly planned, the moment my dick went straight back into Yasha, the old man took his out, and dripped his pathetic load over the girl's ass. We heared him through the glass, and both Yasha and I looked straight into his face when he turned his head. Probably time to get back inside. That proved to be a good idea. Nothing says Hey man, we're still fucking more than Yasha's body slamming into the wall. Nothing says Dude, already? more than the uncountable amount of Fuck! s she screamed. And nothing says Send that girl over here, I'll finish what you started more than... well, more than me actually shouting that. Nothing happened though, so I was stuck with Yasha. Still, a pretty good result, I'd say. All good things eventually come to an end, though. For Yasha, that end happened when she was lying on the desk, the back of her head on my laptop, her one hand hanging down and her other rubbing herself. Finally, we enter this large cavity. 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