I knew you’d be able to tell I wasn’t wearing one and if you hadn’t already planned to fuck me, maybe my outfit would inspire you. Your index finger starts probing my tight little hole but it resists you. You order me to spread my ass cheeks apart for you. I can make that happen, you thought to yourself. If I hadn’t already had your cum dripping from me, I still would have been so wet for you. You follow me into the elevator and grope me obscenely once the doors close, your cock pressed against my ass, one hand taunting my clit, the other pinching my nipple hard, your mouth driving me wild by kissing and nibbling my neck and ears. As we drank and waited, we had a wonderful conversation, not mentioning or even alluding to what transpired at the hotel or what was making its way down my thigh.
