Christina and I got off on our floor and resumed making out as soon as the door closed.
“First room on the left,” Christina said, breaking our kiss. Breaking into a speedwalk, we made it around the corner and Tina quickly stuff the keycard in the slot and opened the door. It didn’t even click shut before I had her pressed up against the wall and we were passionately making out again, my left hand between her legs, furiously rubbing her soaked pussy.
“Help me with my zipper, it’s on my right side,” she gasped. I reached up and fumbled with the tight zipper while I continued to rub her down below. Christina’s pussy was getting wetter and her breathing deeper and quicker. I finally undid the clasp on top and pulled the zipper down. “That’s one thing I hate about these dresses,” she gasped as she pulled off the spaghetti string shoulder straps, allowing the dress to fall, revealing her gorgeous breasts.