DaisukeTheArtist

A Hotel Experience

You rolled over in the hotel bed, grinning as you saw your latest cum dumpster, a one night stand from the bar you picked up across the street. She carried herself into the bathroom grimacing, cursing under her breath. Ever since you saved that goth girl from getting ran over she uttered some words under breath and you've been making women grow all week. 

*SLAM* 

   You could hear her cursing in the bathroom, you knew she finally got to a mirror this morning. Her cursing stopped. It laid silent in the room for a second before you could hear the moaning beginning. 

*creak*

   The woman slowly walked out the bathroom, the towel on the floor behind her as her massive rack hung from her, the massive mounds of flesh visibly swelling in front of you. You could see her nipples pulsing at this point, each pulse getting bigger, thicker. 

   "You did this to me...didn't you? It's okay if you did. In fact, it feels so good why don't you do it again?" She ripped the covers off the bed, revealing your naked body and 8" flaccid cock. She laid her massive warm chest on your lap, your cock hardening already and poking through. She jumped at it, shoving it into her mouth and down her throat without a second thought. 

   You moaned in ecstasy, feeling her cock growing inside her mouth, hardening as she sucked harder the more you filled her. She grabbed her massive tits, rubbing your monster cock with them. You couldn't take it anymore, your balls swelled as the feeling shot to your legs. You started shaking uncontrollably, leaning up and grabbing the back of her head before blowing your load deep down her throat. She gagged, but you held her down until there was nothing left in your balls. She finally slid off your cock, gasping for air. 

   "Are you trying to ki-" Before she could let out another word you could feel the heat radiating off her tits. She moaned as the swelling increased, covering you in a matter of seconds. She squeezed and kneaded them, moaning as her nipples poked into the bed. The rubbing against the sheets causing them to begin spraying milk out as the woman on top of you screamed in pleasure. The growing mounds of tit flesh swallowing your again flaccid cock. 

This one goes out to all the late wakers and slow risers, the long sleepers, the nighttime creepers—whatever your current time of day. Sometimes, the late night light can be something to celebrate. While some sleep, streetlights pour glassy neon out over nocturnal nothings: a moment of quiet, brought to you by photographers from all around the world who stay up late and capture the magic. Here, have a little after-hours aesthetique for your troubles.  

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