Estefania gasped when she felt the prick of thorns on her asshole. I gripped her hips with both my hands and lifted them off the mattress. She tucked ...er knees to her chest and dared not move. "Call me your beautiful whore again, please," she moaned. I removed the rose from her ass, and spit in-between her cheeks. "I'm going to fuck your ass," I growled. I grabbed my fully erect cock and rubbed the head into the gob of spit, and spread it over her puckered, pink hole. I leaned in and pushed. He was a little more measured, so I impatiently pulled his jeans down and found the head of his cock with my tongue. The groan as I enveloped his whole head with my mouth was music to my ears, but blowing him wasn't what I wanted. Standing, I kissed him once more, then demanded that he fuck me. Pressing me against the wall, he pushed two fingers into my pussy hole. Finding it wet and wanton, he rubbed the juices on his cock, then thrust into me. Balls deep in one movement, just what I. We both had out of town business trips in the same city. Mine was for an uncooperative subcontractor, hers was for a sales meeting. Needless to say it seemed like destiny.I was scanning the denizens of the lounge looking for her. She said she would be wearing a suit. But unfortunately for me the place was crammed with suits. This hotel was downtown and the clientele was mostly people on business trips. The room was filled with pinstripes and power ties.It was now almost 8. We said to meet at. Tim figured she was far away enough that if he opened his legs, she could see enough without him becoming uncomfortable.“Fine, are you ready?”She clapped her hands. “Yes!”“One, two, three! He opened his legs for about three seconds and then closed them.“Ah, that wasn’t long enough, Tim.”He remembered what Marie had told him about her suspicions over Amber’s sudden interest in men and he wondered if this was Amber’s way of checking on how she actually felt around a naked man. It made him upset.