Katarsina - The Bodystocking (6)

(Damn! Where Is The Zipper? - Movimento 2)

Part 6

Katarsina ran, still stained with visible semen, towards her lodgings. She went straight to the reception, and as well as she could, she tried to make the young man on the afternoon shift understand that she wanted her apartment card. Something that cost her a lot between her nervousness and the sudden attacks of pleasure caused by her suit, made worse by the fact that due to an overload of heat and sweat from the running, she now no longer stopped having one orgasm after another.

She was fully aware that everyone was looking at her, but she could not remove her hand from her crotch that seemed to be submerged in a viscous liquid, the result of the mixture of the oil, her sweat and the juices of her body. If the suit had not been waterproof, she would have been dripping onto the floor. Her voice, though somewhat choked with pleasure, sounded hypnotically seductive. Despite the fact that, every few seconds, she would bang or grab onto the reception table with each orgasm, she managed to get her key card.

When she finally got to the apartment, she was so desperate, that she went straight forward to looking for the zipper piece, leaving the door open. She quickly grabbed the trash can and reached inside it, looking for the envelope and started searching the floor for the piece of the zipper. Not caring which ever she would find first.

Then a new orgasm consumed her remaining strength and brought her to the ground. She instinctively brought her hands to her stomach, feeling a new orgasm grow from the contractions of her own muscles from her sex, that made her feel better than having sex with another person. She contracted on the ground from the unstoppable waves of pleasure. The orgasms now came non stop, one flowing into the next.

"OH NO! . . . NO! NO! NO! Ooooooh!" came out of her mouth as the trash can rolled empty in front of her . . .

At some point, hours ago, while Katarsina was on the beach, the hotel maids had vacuumed the room and taken out the trash.

"Fuck!" She yelled, in a last clear moment, knowing she was in deep trouble. At the same time she felt another orgasm coming on, a special one. Different from the others, bigger and better than any before, mind changing. "More. . .corrupt me completely. . ." she moaned, finally surrendering fully to the suit, knowing she was becoming nothing more than a sex crazed whore, wanting it.

". . . YESSSS!"

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