“Yes,” she replied, slipping her other nipple to my mouth. I alternated sucking gently in each of her breasts. I was so focused on her breasts tha... I failed to see her slip out of thong. The musty smell of sexual arousal filled the small alcove. I ran my hands down her tight little body and feeling no restraints, to her womanly area.She took in another deep breath as I inserted my middle finger into her vagina. She hummed her approval as I gently probed her with my finger.“I want you,” she. For the next ten minutes or so, they filled the suite with the obscene sounds of fucking. Bed creaking. Bodies slapping. Grunting. A lot of "oh fucks" and "oh shits." Occasionally a short pause, I assume to change positions.Finally, I heard him: "I'm going to cum" and her ordering him to fill her pussy. An animal noise from him and the deed was done.My idea was to fuck her as soon as he left, but I didn't have the self-control. I painted the wall I was standing next to with a massive load.. When he did not answer she asked again sternly."I do." But you ain't no Hercules, thats for sure." she giggled. She placed her large bicep in front of his face and stated, "I want you to kiss the muscles that did this to you."He kissed her bicep she then turn, flexed the other, one and made him kiss that one. She then reached down and untied him. Leaving him infront of the mirror but still teathered to the clothing rack. She then did one more step to degrade him even more."I'm going to leave. Images of Steven flashed through my head; I recalled the words he whispered into my ear in front of the television the night before, his breath hot on my neck. The memory of a half-naked Steven, above me, pressing me into the bed as he kissed me and we thrust our hips together sped up the process even more. I was already soaking wet down there - leftovers from the middle of the night activities or perhaps the shower, I assumed - and the slipperiness of my natural lubrication made sparks jump.