The bags were still by the door. First night in Spain, the room still hot from the walk, and she was already on her knees in that pink thong like the holiday had started without me. I didn't unpack. I didn't even sit down. I took her hair and I facefucked her.<br><br>She opened her mouth and I went in. Not slow. Not asking. Her eyes went wet on the second stroke and she stayed there, hands on my thighs, taking it. I held her head and used her throat. She gagged, spit on her chin, and I didn't pull out. She looked up at me like she had come to Spain to relax and had just found out that was not the plan. I pushed back in. Deeper. <br><br>The thong never came off. Pink, thin, still tied at her hips while I fucked her mouth. I could see it every time she shifted on her knees. I told her to stay. She did. Sloppy, loud, the kind of blowjob you hear in the next room. I facefucked her until her makeup was gone.<br><br>Then I sat back and pulled her up. She climbed on. Cowgirl, thong pulled to
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