In the grand scheme of things the navigator had been having an alright time at the Hotel for a while. She was on her guard for the next bad thing to happen. She sighed as she got off the elevator, raising a hand to her hair, tied back off her face in a neat ponytail and she had been coerced into actually wearing make up, the girl wasn't quite sure
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He could still mess with his sexy captive physically though, and the hand that was gripping Pasha's hip curved around to slip between her thighs. Two strong fingers forced their way between her folds to press firmly against her clit and rub it just as mercilessly as before. Lyon was equally unforgiving with Pasha's breast, groping it aggressively as he continued to plow into her. He groaned as he felt his cock stiffen even further inside Pasha's slick channel, the extra bit of thickness making his thrust feel even more exquisite than before. He had a feeling he'd probably lose it not long after Pasha did, but he was too far gone to care.
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She very nearly wilted immediately afterwards, only her elbows and knees tentatively holding her up.
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When he was finally spent it took all of his strength not to sag against Pasha. As worn out as he was Lyon could sense that she was in even worse shape than he was though, and after such an awesome fuck he thought she deserved better than to have him collapse on her like a sack of potatoes. So instead with a tired groan he withdrew from her body and moved to untie her wrists. As soon as she was free Lyon collapsed onto his back on the and grinned boyishly at her.
"I think that's enough punishment for now, don't you?" he said teasingly, reaching out lightly stroked Pasha's exposed thigh. Her dress was a bit of a wreck now, leaving much of her luscious body exposed and on display.
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The dress was almost certainly a write off now, which was a shame as Pasha had grown a little fond of it. Oh well, she would always have her memories at least.
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