The towel covered quite a bit, but could not hide her great legs. I smiled at her, and she returned it. As she padded toward the ice machine, I could ...mell a distinct odor of booze.I unlocked the door to my room and thought nothing of it. About a minute later, there was a knock on my door. Looking through the peep hole, I saw that same young woman - still holding the ice bucket (now full). Opening the door, she was just as wet as before - damp hair matted on her head and droplets on her chest,. “Signora, signor – due Bellinis!” he proudly announced. Their iced Prosecco and puréed peach concoctions were presented in tall glass coasters, emblazoned with the bar’s distinctive logo: ‘Harry’s Bar’.The couple tapped their glasses together, saying, “Cheers!” to one another with a smile. Imposing studio portrait photos of Alfred Hitchcock and Orson Welles (both former patrons of Harry’s Bar) gazed down on them.“So where shall we go for our first supper together in Venice?” Geoff asked. “Want. Thinking what it would be like to getpregnant from this beautiful cock. I start squirting. I squirt everywhere, juicesstart flowing from my pussy all over the bed, you, and dripping down my legs.I stop trying to suck him all and ask what you want next. You beg me to rideyou, moaning and begging as i am teasing your cock with my tongue. I sit onyour cock, facing you at first ... You want to suck my nipples. You get floodedwith milk and my cum. As, I am sliding down your pole I fit most of him. After several seconds of silence, where both of you look towards the screen, the man half sighs, half purrs in comfort. 'Mmm, still warm.' You feel frozen to the spot, like everyone in the cinema is listening to you two and can even hear you breathe and every small shifting of your feet. They cannot, of course, and the man calmly pops the lid from around the rim of the cup and draws the straw out. He moves to place it on the ground and grazes along your leg with the wetted tip at the same.