Beställd, knullad och kom på!

I was once again ordered to the hotel by a slave... Finally, you have to say! The bitch had left the card nicely at reception. When I came in, he was already kneeling on the floor with a tray of water. I needed that too because the drive to the hotel was very turbulent. I was already wearing my patent over-knee boots and skin-tight patent leggings, so all I had to do was take off my sweater, and off I went. My time is precious! It's nice that there are so many anal and cock-hungry men out there! When are you ordering me to the hotel?