”It took another second for it to hit me. I was fucking pissed; my anger was growing by the second. I needed to breath and calm down or I’d end up...doing something that would have major legal repercussions.“So, what’s this guy’s name?”“Richard Lindquist.”Fuck that name sounded familiar. I needed to see this myself, that way there was no way in hell that there could be a denial.“So which room are they in? I’m hoping that you’ll unlock the door so that I don’t have to break the door down.”“Well,. Classy and hot all at the same time. She was braless, wearing a short, tight tank top, a camisole, really, that showed to full effect her creamy white cleavage, and you could clearly see her nipples trying to burst through the thin fabric. You wanted to just bury your face between her fleshy mounds and suffocate in those breasts. The best part, though, were those two pencil-thin shoulder straps, the only things holding the top in place; they hinted at promises of delight just under the thin. "This time" I explained, "I will NOT be getting a hotel room." Aw baby" she sounded disappointed, "I really enjoyed you having me immediately after!" Oh" I replied, "I'm going to have you immediately after...." But" she explained, "The car is not nearly as comfortable as the hotel bed." I'm GOING to enjoy you in the hotel bed" I answered."I'm totally confused" she replied."This week" I explained, "after he fucks you for the final time, you're going to stay in bed, on your back, and act like you. “Something came loose under there.” She stretches. “I was trying to fix it.”The stretch seems to be a habit of hers. Ustir has noticed that she does it often, seemingly without realizing it. It has quite the effect on him. And as usual, her top rides up again as she lifts her arms, exposing her belly this time. It is a sight worth seeing too! She has a wonderfully flat belly and the cutest little belly button. Fingriks don’t have belly buttons. A glimpse is usually enough to disrupt the rest of.