Why in the hell couldn’t that bite have done something for Peter’s pee-pee. She giggled at that, it was so small that she couldn’t even call it ... dick. What good was it having all that strength and endurance if all you could bring to the bedroom was a three inch pee-pee no bigger around than a cocktail sausage. God what a mess she thought, I love Peter and my Peter can’t give me any peter. Well, I’ll just have to do my best to keep him happy and try to make sure that he never finds out just how. With each wave of orgasmic pleasure she squealed loudly, not caring if anyone could hear her through the walls of the hotel.“Ahhh…Fuck.” Her legs gave way and she slid to the floor of the shower. She arched her back a little as she writhed around. Her hips thrust at the air, working with Ben’s movements, feeling the power of his twists and turns driving her orgasm towards her like a juggernaut. She pinched her nipples so hard she broke the skin and drops of blood leaked out. But it felt so. More

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