We could barely keep our hands off each other in the car, as bad as teenagers. I swear the desk clerk was chuckling at us as we raced for the elevator. No sooner was the door shut then my teeth were at your neck, my fingers at your slit, my cock poking into your back. I marched you over to the bed and pushed you onto it. Your ass was in the air, skirt riding up, knickers barely more than a whisper. I grabbed the waistband in my teeth and began tugging them down. My teeth sunk into your ass and thighs as I tugged at your knickers. Down around your knees now, you are revealed to me.
Roughly, I jam two fingers in your cunt. You're so wet already. I lean over you and whisper filthy things in your ear. A third finger slides in, then a fourth. I'm contemplating whether or not you can handle my fist when there's a knock at the door. You tense immediately, pushing my hand out. You begin to cover yourself. I slap your ass hard, just once. 'No. You stay right there.'
I answer the door. It's room service with the champagne. I beckon her to come in, and she wheels in the little cart. She stops dead as she sees you on the bed. 'I'm sorry. I didn't realize...'
'Don't be,' I said. 'My friend likes to be seen. Do you like the view?'
She smiled, red hair framing her face. 'Yes,' she said after a moment.
'I was just about to fist her. Would you like to watch?'
She picked up the phone on the nightstand. 'There's a problem in room 307. I'm taking care of it, if anyone asks where I am.' She hung up. 'No, I wouldn't like to watch. I want to play with her myself.'
'Go ahead. She's game for just about anything. Aren't you?' You nodded.
'Good.' She tore off her skirt and pushed your head into her cunt. 'Eat me.'
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