Galen's hands were just dropped at his sides, though they quivered there as if they wanted to twist into her hair and take a strong grip on his mistress' head.  As if to bring himself back to reality, as wonderful as it was by itself, he forced his head to lean back down to keep his eyes open and focusing down on his mistress working as hard as she could on his cock. Galen found himself a bit confused when he saw her draw back from him, knowing that she was certainly not giving up by any means, so he figured that she must have some sort of trick up her, well, lack of, sleeves.  His moans temporarily drifted away as the build up slightly subsided.<br/><br/>His eyes bugged out slight as he watched her quickly divest herself of her dress straps and let her wonderfully large mounds tumble forward in freedom.  His mouth salivated at the sight of her perky nipples, hardening quickly in the cool air of the cabin.  As she wrapped her breasts around his cock and started licking and sucking at just the tip, he was certain that she would win because there was no resistance to his building orgasm.<strong>"Oh, Lady.... Erika, you're... ohhh!"</strong><br/><br/>It only took a dozen or so thrusts through her pressed togetehr cleavage before his hips started to shake and his knees started to weaken below him while his nbody tensed.  He knew thats he could feel her win coming quickly.  His hand shot out to steady himself as his moans soon became loud calls that the porters in the hallway might hear, and moments later, Erika would be rewarded with a strong shot of his seed right to the back of her throat.<strong>"Lady... Erika... you're going... to WIN! Agggh!"</strong>