She slowly ate me out as my ass leaned up against the edge of the old oak dresser. I didn’t care how my feet were aching from hours of standing in my black velvet stiletto thigh high boots, or how my skin was literally on fire and I just wanted to rip off all of my clothes. All I cared about was how incredibly soft her short, baby pink hair felt between my fingers. How her lips wrapped around my clit, sucking the bundle of nerves as a finger fucked my dripping cunt. How my still hazy and very aroused mind drifted off to memories of the past several hours; my head hitting the oval mirror attached to the dresser.
“I bet that night clerk will have a nice little story to tell,” I said, moaning when she hummed in agreement.
“Too bad he was working.” She slid in another finger and slightly curled them, teasing me by almost hitting my g-spot and causing me to grip onto the edge of the dresser. “He was cute, in a geeky kind of way. Could’ve made for a nice third.”
I swayed my head. “Nah, I want you to myself.”