She leans into you, her wiry pubes brushing against your glans. Your cock pulses, rearing in anticipation. You manoeuvre her over to the sink, come to...a stop as your knuckles strike the porcelain. She is laughing. You let go her ass and push her by the shoulders to admire her gorgeous face and figure. She smiles as lets one hand fall to trace faint lines up the shaft of your penis. You look over her body hungrily, then lean down to take one nipple between your lips. She grips your hair as you. Seton ran to the sideline, trying to find Marcus, who was running farther, avoiding the safety and creating an open spot. Seeing the gap and Marcus in it, Seton threw the ball hard just as he got hit hard from the behind by the Saints’ three-hundred pound tackle. Adrenaline fueled him; Marcus caught sight of the ball and jumped up to complete the pass. His body angled up sharply, and in a short second he prayed to God to hold onto the ball. With a grace that confounded the crowd, he caught it. "Don't," I said,hearing my new voice for the first time. "Don't," I said again as hepulled me closer to him, close enough to feel his erect manhood pressinginto my back."I want you," he said."Don't stop," I whispered. He started kissing my neck, his hands movedfrom where they had been to take care of the rest of my body. He knewwhat my body would want, he had experienced it first hand, and I likedit. I turned around and our lips met.Soon we were back on the bed, I on my back with legs wide open. You can tell your recent tryst was just an appetizer to her, as well. You draw her out of the back seat, her shapely legs spreading just enough to give you a peek between her thighs as she steps onto the curb.The porters rush out to take your bags, and you place her arm into the crook of yours as you lead her through the lobby. It's sparkling expanse is populated with men in stuffy tuxedos surreptitiously eyeing their trophy wives and mistresses, who, in-turn vie for attention in low-cut gowns.