Cabin number 11

Gloria, a successful business woman. She comes from Seattle, from a family of bankers. After graduating from college and then university, she began her business. Business quickly developed and went up the hill. She married a former rival, thereby enlarging her empire. In marriage, they lived for more than ten years, and then one day she found her husband and mistress in her office. He fucked that slut on Gloria’s desk.
Gloria silently went out and called her lawyers. Having instructed them to leave him without a penny and throw him out into the street, she herself ordered a ticket for the Eden cruise liner. She needed to unwind.
It was the third day of the cruise. Gloria was sunbathing by the pool, there were a lot of people around.
“There are more and more successful people,” she said.

But these well-fed faces sat in her liver. Her husband was the same. Sleek, pompous snob. She wanted to change the situation, but could not think of anything. Suddenly, she was visited by a great idea. She will repeat the love story of the Titanic. Yes, it is banal, yes it went, but this is her life and her rest.

She looked at the map of the liner and recovered to the engine room. Going down in the elevator, she untied the ties on the bodice and swimming trunks, remaining in one summer cloak. The elevator drove for a long time, but here it is on the deck of the engine room. She went down the hall and went into a long compartment. The crash of the cars drowned her steps. Somewhere far away, an incomprehensible speech was heard:
- Fucking in the mouth of the engine, how did he fuck. I will fuck him in the pussy
- Do not drive a wave, Tolyan. Go fucking bring that crap out

The speech was not clear, but very beautiful. Gloria stood spellbound and listened.

From the darkness of the compartment came a strong, well-built man dressed in a torn, greasy vest. He had long messy hair and a thick beard. He approached her and asked:
“What the fuck are you doing here?” There can not be strangers
Gloria looked at him without understanding a word. She smiled and said:
- Hi. How are you doing? I got lost.
He looked into her eyes and spoke in a foreign language.
- Ruso matroso. Yeah. Yobit yob. Okay?
“Okay,” said Gloria.
The man came closer. He smelled of sweat, but the smell was so inviting and exciting that she leaned forward towards him. He powerfully grabbed her in his arms and repeated:
- Ruso matroso, aha. Yobit-fuck, fuck
His hand slipped under the cape, and when he realized that there was nothing under her, he smiled broadly. He picked her up and carried her away, to one of the growling and rumbling cars. He put Gloria ass on a dirty pipe and spread her legs, standing between them. His lips reached out to hers, and his hands rummaged through the delicate, well-groomed skin. His calloused hands then squeezed her hips, then pawed her chest. He would not have heard her protest, even if she wanted to protest. But Gloria did not want to protest, she wanted to be taken to be fucked like a sales girl. She moaned with pleasure when his lips touched her neck, and his beard pricked her delicate chest. She answered all his touches with soft moans. Gloria felt how her strong cock rested in her bosom, locked in tight pants. She wanted to free him, she wanted to feel him in herself. Gloria slipped out of his arms, and, dropping to her knees, undid the pants of his dirty, stained engine oil and pants. She brought to light the member. Dick was not long, just 15 centimeters, but he was very fat. She hasn't held such a hard member in her hands since college.
She opened her mouth and licked the head. The member was salty, but the groin was very nice and alluring. She licked more and more, and then swallowed her head
- Oh, fuck, how fucking, - roared man

She did not understand what he said, but she understood that he was well, that he liked what she was doing. She began to cheat on his dick. How long has she been jerking off and sucking on a male member?She and her husband didn’t take oral sex, but in the past she could have given a hundred points of handicap to any street nipple

She enthusiastically sucked his cock, swallowing it deeper and deeper, until the member passed into it to its full length. The sailor looked down at her and smiled broadly. This got her even stronger. She nadrachivala and sucked even faster.

He lifted her from her knees and, leaning on the warm pipe, pulled up the hem of her robe. Gloria spread her legs to the side, and kicked out her ass to meet his penis. She was ready to accept her, she wanted him, she oozed out juice. He entered it smoothly, not at all rude. His dick filled it all up; she could feel it in every cell. She leaned toward him, and he entered it to its full length. She felt his balls hit her. He slowly went to the floor length and entered again. Again and again, again and again, again and again. Gradually accelerating pace. He fucked her measuredly, but aggressively, like a car piston. She podmahivala him ass and moaning at the top of his voice, but the roar of the machines drowned out her moans. Gloria bit her lip when his pace was truly machine. He fucked her so confidently that Gloria wanted this to go on forever. The thick member of the sailor began to tremble in her, and when the first jet hit her, Gloria screamed and finished. It seemed to her that she had blown all the cars. Her body shook every time a new and new jet beat into her bosom.

It seemed to Gloria that it lasts forever. And she did not want this eternity to end. But this moment has come, the moment when eternity is over. He came out of her, smack slapping on her bare ass.
“You gotta go, baby,” he said.
“I do not understand you,” answered Gloria.
- Go, go, fuck ... how do you explain, - he shook his head
- Lech, fuck your mother, where are you, fuck, walk? How long are you, bitch, wait? I stopped to hold this garbage ... by the way, it is heavy and hot, - came a voice from afar
“I'm going, fucking, I'm going,” Lesha shouted, and turning to Gloria, he indicated with a gesture that she had to leave.

He left, singing: “A Russian sailor knows how to ask the right question ...” Gloria was sitting on the floor, her hands, feet and face were smeared with dirt and lube. The cape was torn in several places. She was not just fucked by a dirty foreigner sailor, but he ended up in it. And she sits on the floor with her legs tight and dreamed of getting pregnant from him.

After all, a Russian sailor can ask the right question ...