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When I tried to offer him five euros, he said, "Oh, non, Madame!" and taking me by the hand, guided it to his fly. The light bulb went on (although rather dimly), and I brought him to climax just as I had his peers. It was only as he was about to cum, and remembered the mess we had made earlier, that I managed to get my face in the way to block every single spurt before it hit the bedspread. Well, so much for my quiet first night in Paris! My early start the next morning didn't actually commence until 11:00. I woke up around ten, and called room service to order coffee, croissants (kwa-sonts) and aspirin. I smiled slyly at myself in the blowjob mirror as I remembered creampie where the sticky mess came from as I washed it off my face. Don't be surprised, as I was, if all three room service requests are delivered individually, by different staff members. None of them would accept money, and seemed content to settle for just a handjob in the bathroom. I was grateful that the first thing to arrive was the aspirin, so that I could begin to cope with the splitting headache. The young French lad who delivered it astutely guessed that I was hung over, and volunteered to provide a special ancient family remedy that he swore was foolproof. I gratefully accepted, and discovered that his wonderful massage actually did take my mind off my head. And, he tells me, I don't have any lumps! Feeling invigorated and alive after my breakfast, I quickly don my new lingerie, and toss a tight white cotton dress, cut low in front and short in the skirt, over it. Then, jumping into a pair of sensible fuck-me pumps (suitable for walking) and glancing in the mirror for one last look, I head out. True, the red and black corset and panties are visible through the white cotton if you look closely enough, but the stocking tops are hidden as long as I tug the skirt down and my nipples are fairly light coloured, so they can barely be seen. Heading along the Boulevard St. Germain, I descend into the Metro. My first stop will be the Louvre (lewvrah, or lewv, or something). I depart the Metro at Les Halles (lay zall), as did most of the men on the train. Always the gentlemen, they insist that I go up the stairs before them - and even wait until I am five or ten steps up before they begin to follow. The Louvre is one of the highlights of Paris. Not only is it the home of much of the world's best art, it's also alive with Paris' best and brightest aspiring artists copying the masters for practice. While admiring a nude, I am approached by a young fellow who engages me in a fascinating conversation about the way the artist has captured the skin tones on the model's nipples, and enlightening me on the courage of the artist in foregoing the traditional fig leaf, to paint the vagina in all its splendid detail. I'll never look at a vagina the same way again. He tells me he knows of some other full-frontal nudes in a gallery closed to the public, and asks japanese if I'd like to see them. "Oh, oui! (oh wee)" I exclaim, and in seconds we are in a locked room, surrounded by some of the most exquisite pussy ever painted. Pointing at one that I thought was brilliant, my new friend declares it amateurish and unrealistic. "Zere are too many leetle folds - no wooman 'as zat much peenk!" he pontificates. Thrilled with the intellectual debate I have become Hardcore engaged in, I attempt to prove to him that he is wrong. "Look!" I say, lifting the hem of my skirt and pulling apart asian the sides of my crotchless panties, "don't I look just like that?" His answer startles me: "oh, non! Yours is - shav-ed, oh la la - but lahk zees one," pointing to another nude who is clearly less excited than our subject snatch. Quickly sensing the problem, I enlighten him by beginning to masturbate. He sees my point, and in a fit of intellectual stimulation, rushes to my aid. Soon, his fingers are all over my spreading snapper. I begin to look a lot like the pussy in the painting. "Steel not zere!" he declares, casting his critical eye back and forth between my dripping sex and the masterpiece. He yanks out his French stick, and plunges it deep inside me. He pumps me like a man lost in the desert with nothing to live on but potato chips suddenly finding a well at an oasis. I paused just asian outside of the doorway to take a final look at the once proud goddess laying face down and japanese hog-tied in the dirt. "Well, not that good actually. I said. When she had her rhythm again Richard let go of her breast with his hand and brought it around to join his other hand on her back. "I guess we'll leave him until later," Lindsay said. With a slight sigh, Henry begrudgingly nodded. Her pussy welcomed the hammering, slick and splashing her womanly essence with every move I made. "GO Ahead, DIP YOUR STICK IN MY SLICK PUSSY"she laughed, wagging her pierced tongue as her breasts dropped out from under the negligee exposing her ring-pierced nipples. Mala started to moan and stood transfixed allowing him all the liberties. We stood in front of the first room on the right and soon the door opened without her having to knock. Again, Jenny just laughed at me. I couldn’t get rid of her though. Down below, only a corner of fabric still obscured the girl’s gash. After a while, I felt her stir. As she worked her tongue deep into the folds and working up to her clit, she heard her gasp and her body trembled. Was this really another reality? I twisted the knob and went inside. He told Robert to drop him at the insurance office and take the girls to the clothing store, so they can get what new clothes they need and put it on Roberts company card. She giggles and says, “And when we got home from the Pizzeria it was Mom’s idea that I dress for bed with no panties on. As we finished unpacking, I was both hungry and tired. If you call ahead, we’d be happy to make a reservation up until 9pm.” Dwight said, without even asking whom I am. She tilted her head and looked into my creampie eyes. Sexy!” “No fucking blowjob way! Hardcore