It had nothing on the door and Suite 302 may as well been written with a marker on the door. A seriously super fine girl opens the door; Nessa. She is...who I was looking for. A mix between J Lo and Mika Tan. Nessa walks me into the back room which is empty except for a massage table and a table for candles and music player. She tells me it will be 80 for a half hour. I give her a 100 bill and she says she will be back with change. When she left all i could think of was cameras or police coming. I took a few seconds to marvel at her cunt, which looked perfect, and slowly and strongly began licking her slit, sucking on her clit and working a finger in and out of her. Gasping, she attempted to wrap her lips around my cock, but she was writhing around so much that she couldn't hold her position. I used one hand to push her face down onto my balls, which I felt needed to attention, and concentrated on slowly working her up to orgasm; I have always found that the best way to give a girl an. "FUCK ME" I protested as the head settled inside my stretched cunt. The shaft penetrated me inch by inch. This slut was on heat. I was perspiring as I tried to spread my legs wider to receive this monster cock. I looked in to my lovers eyes. "Slut your a bitch in heat" She leaned forward her body in a press up position. We kissed and looked down as we both watched the dildo move in and out. Slowly impaling me with the full length of her big cock.I whimpered and moaned as the big cock moved in. "Shoot him." Michelle's voice was tight with fury. "He killed Nick. Shoot the fucker." Nick's not dead, Michelle," Stephanie said softly, her eyes never leaving the sights she had set on Scott. "He woke up and called us, we got to him in time. He's in surgery, getting the bullet removed. You'll see him soon." He's not dead?" No," Roger said. He saw a movement out of the corner of his eye and resisted the urge to look over there. He had been wondering where the other girl was, the girl that had.