Come on, I want this!"Reassured, I knelt between her open legs and lowered myself down over her, supported on my elbows, until her hard nipples were a...most touching me, and we could feel each other's breath on our faces. One of her hands left my waist and I felt it hold my still erect cock, pulling it carefully down, the tip tickled by her pubic hair. Then it was brushing her lips, both our breathing quickening in anticipation, then she was holding it, the head just dipped in her wet entrance,. Now imagine a beautiful, stylish hotel room. Clean white sheets on the king size bed, flowers on the night table, mellow lighting, fireplace glowing, a cool breeze drifting in from the balcony through the open sliding glass door. Soft velvety carpet underscoring a luxurious, spacious room. That's where you are. On the soft floor, on your knees, naked, and facing me.Now picture my handsome lover, lean and athletic, his naked body sitting on the edge of the bed. Imagine my luscious and beautiful. It later became clear that Izzy also had her own guesthouse on the other side of town, and that once-a-month Lupe and Izzy swapped over, and ‘serviced’ each other’s guests. Lupe had informed me that Izzy would be coming to see me the next day… The previous evening Lupe had explained everything about what had been going on when I had spied on Mr Dubois in his room opposite mine. That it was part of a reciprocal agreement between Lupe and Izzy. Izzy owned the Casa Rosita guesthouse with her. The couple sat there for a few moments, their lips together, and no sound except the crackling of the fire. Bryony moved her hand and unclasped her bra, throwing it to the side among a pile of other clothes. Edward’s hand immediately darted towards Bryony’s boob. He gently massaged it and teased the nipples with his fingertips. She bit her lip lustfully; her body tingled with pleasure at what he was doing. Her panties started getting more and more transparent. Her delicate pussy was getting wet.