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tried to match his strokes, but the pain was unbearable. He began to fill me all the way to what felt like my chest cavity. I moaned to the backdrop of the slippery wet sounds my pussy friction was making with his cock. Then he grabbed me by my ass and plunged deeper. He fucked me slow, with a building intensity. I could feel his momentum, his primitive thirst, with the voracity of each of his strokes.
     
    “Ohhh weee yeahh, yes, that feels so good! Oomph.”
     
    I bit down on my bottom lip and rode the tide as he squeezed my ass, then spanked it hard. I cried out in pain, the most delicious pain I had ever endured in my life as he lost all the rhythm and began to take my body on a turbulent roller coaster ride. He dove deeper. I screamed and nearly collapsed on the couch. Had it not been for him holding on to my ass with a tight grip, frenetically fucking me at jackhammer pace, causing my breast to flail, we would have toppled over. I could hear his guttural grunts and indelicate whispering as he called my name as if he was inebriated, intoxicated off our fevered fuck. That’s when I felt a trickle of saliva fall on my anus as he took my body to a new level of torrid passion.
     
    At first I thought he was just slobbering on me as his body when into fits, but then I saw him reach for something on the couch. Moments later, I felt something cool and metal slither into my rectum. The feeling was sheer bliss, but at the same time, excruciating. It was then that I realized that I must be a sadomasochist. I love the pain, relished the pleasure of his wanton abuse as he pounded deep inside of me with his massive cock, and ambidextrously fucked my asshole with the dildo. I had never experienced anything like that before. Instantly, my body rocked and shuddered with convulsions like I was having seizure. I began a spasmic shivering as I came, creaming all over him and his massive cock.
     
    This seemed to delight him. Made him fuck me faster, deeper, as he raced at a marathon pace to achieve his own orgasm. I could sense it. Wanted it. My reward for holding his massive member hostage in my pussy.
     
    “Hurry…   y… you’re hurting meee!”
     
    I exclaimed as his balls began to stroke the outer surface of my vulva with his cock going so deep, making that suctioning, slippery wet sound. I could feel him deep in my belly, but I was getting tired. My body was starting to ache from the position I was in. Actually, I wanted to switch positions and ride him like a horse, equestrian style.
     
    Just then, there was a knock on the door. I flinched as Mark pulled out of me. His cock was still erect and dripping wet with our juices. It dangled, and I found myself staring at his virile masculinity.
     
    “Who is that? Are you expecting company?” he asked and reached into the holster, which I didn’t know he had strapped to his leg.
     
    He removed a gun and I almost passed out. I was not prepared for this. Just that fast, he had turned back into jewel thief and quasi-Italian ruffian gangster.
     
    I gave him a startled look as cum cascaded down my inner thighs. I felt a damp breeze from somewhere in the hotel room. My heart was beating so fast in my chest; I thought he could see it.
     
    “No, I am not expecting company! And what are you doing with that gun?” I retorted.
     
    He didn’t answer. He just continued to stare at the door as he ignored me.
     
    With trepidation, I padded over to the door. I peered into the hallway through the peephole. I prayed it was room service with the vodka, then I spotted the vodka on the table that Mark had brought with him, and I realized just how deep his connections went. Mark had infiltrated the staff of the hotel, and that’s how he was able to bring the vodka up.
     
    So who is knocking at the door? I thought, as I peered out the peephole. My breath lodged in my throat at who I saw. It was the young Russian, Andrei. He had his shirt off, and he had a tattoo of wings on his chest. His