Fucking in Corridors... Ahhh, Lovely Memories

I once had a fling during a summer, and we used to go at it like rabbits. Once he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall of the corridor leading to my room, in a hotel facing the sea on the south coast of Malta.

He tore off my tank top and got my jeans off of me and made love to me (yes, I "made love", not fucked. Nobody's perfect. This was magical, however). He didn't care that there were other rooms on the floor and that it was 9 in the morning.

This picture just brought back a smile on my face, taking me back to this day...

From Sassy and Wicked Erotic Pictures.