"Alex let his hand rest on her leg, sliding it up along her exposed thigh."I'd like to nibble on that."Frankie laughed and got up. "Let me freshen you... glass." Returning withthe bottle, she topped off his, not touching hers."It's delicious, just like you." Alex told her about the restaurant wherethey were going and checked his watch. "It's a bit of a drive, so unlesswe want to finish our drinks and crackers in your bedroom, we ought toget going." I'm starved and we can always come back here for. When my business was concluded, I returned to our door and knocked on the door. We had decided on a knock system when we were on our way here to ensure we did not open the door for the wrong person.It only applied when one of us was out of the room, as it is easy to subdue and then take the place of one person. I knocked on the door, which was answered by a unique mix of knocks. It was a question of sorts, so I then responded to that with the proper answer. A minute later the door opened to a. Well, more than me actually shouting that. Nothing happened though, so I was stuck with Yasha. Still, a pretty good result, I'd say. All good things eventually come to an end, though. For Yasha, that end happened when she was lying on the desk, the back of her head on my laptop, her one hand hanging down and her other rubbing herself. When a girl has been fucked for a certain amount of time, her orgasm isn't cute and adorable any more. No, Sir. It is violent, it is messy, and it wakes up. “I…I don’t have any condoms,” he explains, feeling torn. I sigh with relief. Quirking up an eyebrow, I pull out the packet out of my gown and hold it up in front of him with a seductive smile. His eyes widen and his expression changes to something more heated and toe-curling. “Did you get that while I was sleeping?” he purrs, pushing against me, making no effort to hide his arousal from me. I gasp at how hard he is. “No, came with the toiletries,” I whisper as I place the condom on the end.