Her hands sliding over my chest and playfully pinching my nipples. She moved to my flat belly and towards my cock. Her hands sliding just above my p...bic hair. My heart began racing as I waited for my cock to be touched for the first time by someone else. Her hands slide past my cock on onto my thighs and onward to my shins. My heart sank. She skipped over my cock completely. I could feel my erection weakening slightly. But just as I was about to give up hope she picked up the bottle of. ”“Sandman,” Danica admitted guiltily. “When he left, he told me and Coleman. I think he thought it was important for us to know so we could help you if you ever got ... like this.”“That bastard,” Belita said with a mirthless laugh. She couldn’t even muster the energy to be angry about the breach of confidence. “Suppose he was right. I hate that.”“Wait, Sandman?” Doctor Kalfou asked, clearly surprised. “Know the Sandman, you?”Sometimes Belita forgot that Sandman was as famous as she was, in his. “Fuck me!” she snarled, her hair hanging in a sweat-drenched tangle.“What do you want?”“Fuck me!” Her pained voice howled as I slammed my cock deep inside her.“What’s the biggest cock you’ve had?” I mutter through gritted teeth.“Mmmm,” she breathed, looking at me and shaking her head, as a curled smirk formed on her lips. She knew the answer and so did I.“Who?”“Joey.”“What?”“Fuck meeee, Joey.” I watched as her eyes rolled back into her head and her body spasmed as she released me from her. She finally let go and threw me back onto the bed, laying there naked.“I can see, I guess, what he likes in you. Young, tight, perky. But oh so naive. I can tell in the way you swallow cock, like with the cab driver.”I looked at her, my mouth open, stunned. How did she know?“Oh sweetie, so naive. My husband, do you think you’re the first slut he’s taken here, to wine and dine and fuck like a whore? He loves this hotel and room. He always stays here. It wasn’t hard to pay someone to install some.