.. don't... you… then... Babe?" Your voice is gravelly and the words seem to stick in your throat. "Because I want to have some fun with you first,"...I reply huskily, spreading my vulva with my left hand before fingering my clit, uncovered from its tiny hiding place. "Can you see how badly I want you?" I ask breathlessly, my fingertips tracing the line of my slick slit before applying more pressure on my swollen bud. The tops of my thighs are sticky and glisten as more pussy juice dribbles. ”They were in Huston Texas when Marlena received a call from the front desk that there were numerous complaints about excessive noise coming from Thomas’s suite. If Marlene could not quite them down he would be forced to call security.It was one o’clock in the morning. Marlena put on her robe to go to Thomas’s suite. She could hear Thomas at the piano playing a pop tune as three men and five women were singing at the top of their lungs. The adjoining door was unlocked and Marlena walked in and. Tom’s hands held the arms of the chair in a white-knuckled grip, and his buttocks tightened to rock hardness as he fought against the almost primal need to buck his hips toward her incredible mouth.Used to nothing but prostitutes and rushed encounters for years, the tenderness and care of her suckling left him awestruck. The sight of her – every little movement – burned into his memory, obscuring the many darker recollections that had haunted him for years.The grace with which she pushed her. I absolutely love it.” She took a big sip from her glass and shrugged. “Besides, I could make hundreds of dollars in one night. Sure beats the shit out of standing behind a cash register.” She then closed the door completely, locking it as she did so, and returned to the couch.They continued talking about different things. However, with the ice broken and alcohol fueling the fire, their topics of conversation were increasingly sexual in nature. They continued pressing the envelope, asking each.