Her arousal was making her bolder than she would be, the lust filling creampie her body and making her willing to do almost anything for that sweet, sexual release. Passing by a bouncer guarding the mouth of the alleyway, she halfway took her key from her pocket before he nodded, jerking his head towards a door further down. She murmured her thanks, blushing deeply as she clutched her trenchcoat, embarrassment making her feel as if she had to keep it tightly closed despite the fastened buttons. Opening the door, she found a small room with two hallways leading off it, the welcoming warmth of air conditioning rushing up inside her trenchcoat. Suddenly feeling a relaxation come over her, Jennifer inspected a large handwritten sign that had been mounted on the wall, elegantly flowing listing directions in chalk upon slate. "Breeder - Room 1, Left Hall" "Milk Slut - Room 3, Left Hall" "Femdom Group - Room 2, Right Hall" "New Slave - Last Door, Right Hall" Smiling slightly at her unknown companions on the list, Jennifer went left, letting go of her trenchcoat and taking out the key. Her heavy tits bounced with every step of her high heels, but she relished the pain without wincing at it, knowing it was only a tiny taste of what was to come. After passing two doors in the dimly lit hall, Jennifer turned with a pounding heart towards the third, looking down at the engraved brass handle. Slotting her key inside, she twisted it, then pushed the handle down. Part of her almost expected it not to work. That she'd have to go home unfulfilled, or seek out help while dressed in nothing but a coat. Instead, the door swung open with ease, giving Jennifer her first look of the room where her slutty tits would finally be given what they deserved. 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Slowly, it came to her that they must be waiting on her, ready for their toy to show up so they could have their fun. Her pussy throbbed at the thought, and she began to fumble with the buttons of her trenchcoat, finally popping enough of them off that she could rip the garment free. With desperate hands, she started to press her breasts through the hole, shuffling forward on her knees so her body was pressed up against the wall. Despite their wideness, the holes weren't big enough for her to fit through easily, and she had to knead the full, firm flesh through, pushing it through with her fingers until finally her chest was pressed directly against the leather-lined holes. Her body now was in asian one room, her tits in another. Exposed to strangers. Totally vulnerable, her position making it impossible to jerk away quickly. A voice came over an unseen intercom, and Jessica jumped as it spoke in a distorted electronic voice. 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Her soaked pussy engulfed me, and she started to slowly ride my cock while staring deep into my eyes. I explained. She gripped the headboard behind me and tipped her head back in pleasure as I rubbed my face all over her dribbling pussy hole and lips, covering my cheeks, lips, nose and chin with her cream. I’m your pussy, brought to life for pleasure, not pain. I too was a little out of breath and as I started to take my cock out of her thinking it was over, I asian asked, “Are you okay.” creampie She simply said, “Stop.” I was confused, but she nodded her head, and out of breath, she pulled me closer, and whispered she was okay.