Should we stay or should we go

The voluptuous woman frantically raised her hand to the man's mouth. There was no time to talk now. Her “plan” had failed, her desires would not be satisfied in the huge foyer.

The actress was certainly a head shorter than him, but at this moment of surprise she was easily able to pull the mountain of meat into the stairwell.

While the door closed behind him, Margot was already back to the wall, pulling her customer behind until he piled above and seemed to fill out her whole world.

“Sssscccchhhhh, there’ll be a time to talk. Now I need you for this. "

Frank obviously couldn't believe his luck when this insane goddess, in a ten million dollar body, slipped the heavy bag out of his right, only to shove his fleshy hand into her lap.

Her skin was soft, hot, and wet. Even through his, from the long flight, sweaty fingers, he immediately felt her oozing lust and even if he could not see her face beneath the disgusting clown mask, the effect was hard to miss. As soon as she had dug his hand into her soft, brightly shaved cunt, the tremors ran through her body again.

When he saw her for the first time a few moments before, he thought it was a spastic attack and / or panic that had come over the young woman. But now it was obvious how wrong he was.

“Yeah, have more you bastard! Push ‘em in brutal. I need this harder now. Show me what a fucking bitch I am!"

The sinful fallen angel rode on his hand and Frank, still overwhelmed, instinctively did as he was told.

It had been a decade since he touched a woman in passion. Longer that it had been a young beauty. Probably never before that she was such a horny slut as this one. Frank pulled her close and **** his fingers so hard into the actress's wet cunt that she was happy about her extensive figure skating lessons. When Margot wasn't in mid-air, she was standing just on tiptoes. So she could almost continuously feel her entire body weight pressed into his hand and speared on the fingers.

Immediately impulses of desire drove through her and in helpless lust the bitch clung in the fatman's body. Margot's fingers dug into whatever they could grasp and from her, sucking through the mask and his sweaty shirt, mouth came inarticulate, pitifully sweet sighs.

"You filthy whore." moaned her customer, whose cock tried to blow his pants, while the starlet rode on numerous, small orgasms.

"I thought you were my toy and not me yours."

"Mhmm." she whimpered affirming into his, in her pleasure soaked, chest.

With an almost superhuman effort, Frank achieved something that he had thought impossible.

He pushed the woman, still trapped in her numerous, small orgasms, away. His fingers pierced her one last time and the heel of his hand seemed to crush her oozing pearl.

It was almost enough to increase the smacking bliss to a pouring climax, but denied it and Margot forgot her professionalism.

"No ... no please ... one more, even harder ... I was almost ... please ... Fuck me, right here and now, give it to me ..." called sheer desire through the Oscar nominated starlet.