We had explored the social club scene in Vegas a little bit on our last few trips, and we were excited to do so again this time. I arrived to our room first, and put our favorite champagnes and tequila on ice, as I always do. I showered and slipped into your favorite red thong and red lace bra, feeling the familiar warm tingle of excitement between my legs, as I always do. I had booked the penthouse as a special birthday treat for you, and when I saw your text that you were walking towards the elevator, I gave my nipples a pinch and headed for the door to meet you.
The evening started as it always did, with a passionate and intense first round of sex, but this time with a special schoolgirl outfit you had gotten for me. I sat you down in an armchair, facing a long hallway of mirrors, and got down on all fours while I worshipped your big black cock, my ass and lacy red thong visible in the mirror, under the short plaid skirt. Then we switched, and you sat me down, lifting my skirt up to my waist, pulling aside my now useless wet thong, and giving my pussy the deep, hungry lick I crave. We then moved to the bed, and in a hot, tangled mess of limbs, brought each other to a rousing climax, but this was only the beginning. This was not even the main event.