As his fingers move over her rear entrance, she moans again.“Mmm, yes,” she groans.Then his hand slips from her ass and breast. Chadwick pushes he... up against the wall, locking his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. When he breaks from it, he growls, “I’m going to fuck you like it were Christmas.” Then he attacks her neck, smothering it with kisses and light nips. His hand moves to her front and down her skirt until his fingers find her aroused little nub.He flicks at it once, then twice and then. “He’s getting old,” the Concierge thinks, “it never used to take this long. Well, maybe he stopped at Starbucks for a special treat.” An elevator clangs. The door opens. The tip of a black cane emerges and pulls its owner forward. The old timers know the Bell Captain had been right, it is him. The Concierge looks over her shoulder and sees eight pair of eyes staring across the Reception Desk. She cranes over her counter and looks up at the housekeepers and bellman crowding the Mezzanine.. With Alan thrusting up me using his powerful legs. I managed a wonderful orgasm, but Alan kept on fucking me after I'd cum and I had a second orgasm before the first had finished. This double cum made my legs go weak and I had tell him to stop, as I'm sure he was prepared to fuck me against the wall all day if I let him. Besides, it was nearly lunchtime and I had an appointment with a cute little pussy. I told Alan I had to meet a female friend for lunch, I didn't tell him I would be eating her. . and... and what, Eve?She refused at that moment to acknowledge the maddening thoughts of lurid sensual ideas which were trying to steal into her mind. Instead, she climbed down into the sunken tub where aromatic foam was rapidly rising from the bubble-bath powder and the spilling streams of water."Come on, darling! In here! Oh yes, you are! Now, come on!" she insisted as his ears dropped, almost flattened to his head while he stared at her, reluctantly inching across the floor. "Come on!.