My jaw was stretching just to open wide enough to slide more than the head in. He started gently fucking my lips, but only with his cock head. I put m... hand in front of me and felt his thick muscular thighs. I wanted to feel everything, but as my hand drifted toward his crotch he immediately slapped it away. It was clear I was only allowed to use my mouth in this moment. I suckled hungrily on the thick mushroom head as he continued to tip-fuck my lips. I started bobbing more, desperate to have. He saw that I was hard. Then he got the nerve to speak."Do you want to go up to my room?" I thought you would never ask," I answered, with a grin.Once we were upstairs, Tim opened the door to his hotel room and ushered me inside with a broad sweep of his hand. It was a nicely appointed room with a king-sized bed, a kitchenette and a small sitting room with an easy chair and settee couch. Once inside, I quickly pulled off my t-shirt, kicked off my shoes, and started to unbutton my pants. He just. Not bad, you could see my bra, and just about make out the dark shape of my nipples. They were not obvious, but if you really looked you could see them. I knew from experience that he’d really look. The last thing I put on were some stockings. Black ones. I checked myself again and was satisfied with the result. I looked sexy, but not ‘available’. My midriff was visible through the blouse. But the bra hid my breasts, apart from just the hint of the darkness of my nipples. The last thing I did. He fucked his fingers into my mouth. He twisted his hand back and forth as he fucked. He wiggled his fingers. He rubbed his thumb along the bottom of my chin.“Mmmm,” he moaned. “You’re beautiful.”He pulled his fingers from my mouth as he used his other hand to pull my finger from my hole. He placed his hand on my shoulder, then traced down my arm to my waist. He rolled me onto my stomach. Both hands now went to my shoulders.I felt his hands shaking as they moved down my back.They glided.