The Best Conference Part III

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The Best Conference Part IIIFor the next couple of days, I spent my days at the conference and my evenings with Catherine.When we saw each other at the conference, we would exchange pleasantries and maybe chat briefly. Of course, I used the opportunity to have a little fun.The last morning when I saw her between sessions, I told her to find a bathroom to fuck herself in. When she was on her way I called her, and told her to keep me on the phone.She told me when she had found one, that there was no one in there, and I instructed her to finger herself. I listened to her as she pleasured herself.”I’m going to cum,” she would moan. But each time I would tell her that she wasn’t allowed. Multiple times.When she started begging me to let her cum, I asked her what I get in return.”What do you want?” she said.”Obedience,” I replied.”You can use me tonight, just please let me cum.””Ok.”I bahis firmaları listened to her climax, trying not to make too much sound, whispering expletives and how much she wanted me to fuck her.”Get down here. The session is about to start,” I told her.She met me in the session room, looking at me knowingly. I left the session, whispering in her ear as I went by, “12:15. Don’t be late.”We didn’t see each other again until the end of sessions. The conference ended at noon, but we both were staying an extra day.Just after 12 I heard the sound of the keycard lock on the door. She walked in, and I was on the bed waiting for her.She was wearing a cardigan over a lacy white camisole and a skirt. I got up and removed her cardigan, kissing her while I did, then I put my hands on her waist. I unzipped her skirt and worked it off her hips. She had a bright pink thong on.I grabbed kaçak iddaa her ass, pulling her toward me so she could feel my hard cock pressed up against her.”Did my dirty girl fuck herself in a public bathroom?” I asked her.”Yes,” she replied.”And is she going to be my little cocksucker now?””Yes,” she repeated, and got down on her knees. Then she pulled me into her mouth. Deeper. Deeper than she ever had before.When she started to gag, she pulled back, but then composed herself and tried to get me deeper. Her throat was trying to push me out, but she held where she was, staring at me.Her eyes were watering, messing up her mascara. She started bobbing back and forth, never removing eye comtact. Mascara dripped down her face as she took me down her throat.I grabbed her hair but she bobbed at her own pace, pulling me in far enough that she would begin to gag and then just out enough kaçak bahis to recover.Saliva dripped from her mouth. Each time I pulled all the way out, her face would be linked to my cock by a stream of spit that would eventually drop onto the top of her breasts and her camisole.Seeing her camisole get wet from her spit, seeing her mascara run down her face, feeling her throat push on me as she gagged… I could hardly contain it.I pulled out before I would cum, then directed her back to her feet and led her into the bathroom. I stood behind her, facing the mirror, then I pulled her thong to the side.She moaned when I penetrated her. Her soaking wet pussy invited me in. I pulled her hair from behind, and she braced herself on the bathroom counter. She could see herself in the mirror, a mess of running mascara and spit, while I stood behind her, fucking her.I pulled out my cock just before I came. She turned around and got down on her knees just before, and I covered her face with cum.We had a quick shower and were at it again, fucking each other for the rest of the night. Until next conference.

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