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Mm.. Suite 1001

The Langham
400 Fifth Avenue,  
New York, NY 10018  
 
Junior Suite (Empire State View)  
 
Looking down at my Cartier, for an afternoon of pleasure, already taking off my clothes  
Where is he, and who are you once again, sexy  
Most distinguished men call me Alexis  
I am so sorry to have wasted your time, this threesome thought out, but unplanned  
You know the kinky mind of a man  
Yes, I do, however, after much thought, I must get back to work  
Her hypnotic eyes washing over me from head to toe  
A look of curiosity from a female and that I know  
Hold on cutie… there is no need to allow this expensive hotel suite to go to waste  
The moment I looked into those beautiful gray eyes I wanted to see how you really taste  
 
Rubbing the back of her hand down my chest  
Let me make you wet  
Give you an afternoon you’ll forget  
You have very soft skin  
Leaning over to whisper in my ear, let this begin  
Wiggling my ear lobe  
Her fingers up and down the curvature of my back... mmm.. I know how this can go  
Once my inhibitions juices began to flow  
 
Needing the softness on this feeling before the calling of the tonight    
Devoid of a man’s virility for the moment, his hardness and deep thrusting in my cunt with all his might    
A soothing whisper as she laid me down    
Understanding this moment, seducing my mind without making a sound    
      
Her fingers, roaming over me catching my down casted eyes    
Arching my back for her silent invitation, needing no whys    
Her fingers snaking deep inside, tasting my hunger, my needs    
Mouthing the peaks of nipples... my pussy pulsating awaiting her to please    
Saturating the opening of my clit, with her spit  
Burying her nostrils, inhaling, my lust already curtailing  
The sheets catching her drools…oh…God… turning my body from hot to scourging at ninety degrees, my soul she has on lease    
Kissing around my belly ring, caresses gentle as a summer breeze    
      
I need to be loved, take my mind past the rise of morning glory    
Allow our desires to stain these sheets, with a passionate story    
On her knees, as I close my mind to chaos    
Palming my thighs, her fingers, inside me getting lost    
In and out then a tongue wiggle to tease    
My moans of rapture, submitting to the weakening submission of her appease    
      
Parting my thighs slowly for her pleasure    
Bending her face in, sniffing the scented aroma of my dewy treasure    
“Let me see those, kissable lips. beg me.”    
Planting my hand on her head, "Oh God please.”      
Pulling her inward by the back of her neck  
Mm... oh, yes... sweet mercy… make my pussy melt  
Slapping my soft folds, then a quick lick loving the way it felt  
Oh… I needed this    
The lenient touch of a beautiful high-class whore pleasing my pinkish slit    
      
Mm... the tip of her tongue circling around my pierced clit    
Drawing out my pre-climatic drips    
Gentle palms extending upward to my breasts, tracing over the nipple, making me even wet    
“Cum in my mouth,” she managed to get out    
Oh…oh... yes, her licks becoming glutinousness, marinating my wet south    
      
Cupping my buttocks, uplifting my Brazilin wax mound up to her face    
Suckling my juices, then the tip of her tongue diving back inside my tighten space    
Oh... yes… her tongue in precession    
My gasps, pulling her hair, submitting my will under her oral obsession    
Make that pussy cum, I scream in surrendering    
Locking her face between my thighs her tongue tendering    
      
Oh... yes…closing my eyes to the sensations... my rainfall coming in waves, blanketing her tongue    
Squeezing my pussy walls, making sure she savors my cum    
My mind, my body, my soul needing mending    
Reality and illusion, blurring, blending    
The depth of my heart she’s emotionally sending    
Her tongue soothing me in the aftermath  
Still soaking her tongue in my creamy pussy bath    
 
Reaching out for me again in the next hour  
Hands all over me in the shower  
Mm… she knows how to give me such sweet bliss  
With her tongue, her fingers an afternoon gift  
Back braced against the tile her long fingers  
Kisses to my lips in a flash    
Hips up, parting my buttocks, her strap on sliding into my tight ass    
Mm… inside me marinating, my fingers inside my pussy hole just a thrashing    
Echoing whimpers as the pinnacle of my climax on my digits basking  
Losing myself in the midst of steam  
I will most likely be late getting back to work to experience this once in a lifetime stolen dream  
 
You can lock the door on the way out  
I will await the company of my handsome lover... he makes me cream and I make him shout  
 
 
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Passion is energy. Feel the power that comes from focusing on what excites you.

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