I said to myself. ' Let him look ' I said,... as I brushed my hair. Before I walked out of the bedroom I swept up my baby oil from the dresser top... and giggled inside. ' Think I'll oil my legs,...while he's enjoying the view ',... I thought,... as I trembled from within. As I walked down that hallway,... my palms were sweaty,... but my legs were strutting with confidence.As I walked his direction his eyes focused immediately on my thighs... poking from under my sexy white shorts.My. I feel your hands course through my hair delicately, ensuring that I do not pull away.I feel you gyrate your hips on my lap, stimulating the beast beneath my pants. I glance up to see your head thrust back in pleasure. The thin layers of cloth between us cannot restrain us any longer. I push you off and pull down your pants and undergarments in one swift motion. Meanwhile, you take to unbuttoning my pants.Freeing my hardened rock, you take it in your hand as you get on your hands and knees on. She had been there only moments when the phone rang for room service and she was confronted with the voice of the angry bride. What the fuck is this pigs swill youve brought us? I asked for the Dom Perignon, not this cheap rubbish. You might drink this piss, but Im not forcing it down me, not on my wedding night. Ill bring it up right away. Katie replied in her most pleasant tone. She could feel a headache coming on. With the help of one of the porters she found the right bottle and rushed up. He removed his shirt. She stared admiringly at his broad shoulders and hairy chest. She began to lick down his chest; she edged her way down towards his cock before working her way up it with small kisses. Reaching the top, she circled her tongue around its rim, as if licking a melting ice-cream, smiling triumphantly to herself as she heard a groan of pleasure. She was about to push his cock fully into her mouth when he suddenly pulled away and buried his head between her legs. Nibbling and.