My room service 1 I was naked on my back, rubbing my little clit, when the phone rang on the nightstand beside the bed. I reached out with one of my pussy juice soaked hands and snatched the cordless phone off of the receiver. “Hello?” I said breathlessly, answering. “Miss Donovan? This is Claire from Guest Services,” a perky female voice said on the other end of the line. I circled my clit a few times, teasing myself and then tapped my button gently. “Yea? Oh yea...” I moaned, breathing heavily into the phone, not bothering to hide that I was diddling my happy clitty. Her voice lowering to a sexier tone Claire spoke again. “Yes, that’s exactly what we’re calling you about, that little pussy you’re playing with. We noticed that you may be in need of a bull this morning.” “Oh?” I asked, intrigued, lifting my fingers to my mouth to suck off the juices. I tasted so good. “Yes Miss Donovan, we can see here on your room cameras that you’ve been playing with your pretty pussy for about an hour now. You’ve been putting on quite the show.” “Mmm I love my pussy,” I groaned. “Yes, we can see that,” chuckled the girl. I arched my back and pinched my nipple with my free hand, sucking in a breath with the quick burn. I always did love an audience when I was fucking. “You’re watching me?” “We watch everyone, you never know when someone might need a helping hand. Just like yourself.” “You have a helping hand for my pussy?” I asked, sliding a finger into my pussy, I loved being finger fucked. “That’s a good girl, finger that wet pussy,” she purred into the phone. “We thought it might need more than a good finger fucking though. We noticed that the last two mornings you’ve taken to fucking a stranger in the lobby before heading out for the day. Isn’t that right? Your cunt needs some good cock every morning doesn’t it?”

TRAIN FU*CK Tom has been in Edinburgh for a business meeting. A nice summers day had been forecast, so he is dressed in beige chinos, brown brogues, a white open colour shirt and blue blazer. With his tanned skin, he looks quite the city dapper. do

My room service is a hot sex story about a lady and her encounter in a hotel room. My room service 1 I was naked on my back, rubbing my little clit, when the phone rang on the nightstand beside the bed. I reached out with one of my pussy juice soaked hands and snatched the cordless phone off of the receiver. “Hello?” I said breathlessly, answering. “Miss Donovan? This is Claire from Guest Services,” a perky female voice said on the other end of the line. I circled my clit a few times, teasing myself and then tapped my button gently. “Yea? Oh yea...” I moaned, breathing heavily into the phone, not bothering to hide that I was diddling my happy clitty. Her voice lowering to a sexier tone Claire spoke again. “Yes, that’s exactly what we’re calling you about, that little pussy you’re playing with. We noticed that you may be in need of a bull this morning.” “Oh?” I asked, intrigued, lifting my fingers to my mouth to suck off the juices. I tasted so good. “Yes Miss Donovan, we can see here on your room cameras that you’ve been playing with your pretty pussy for about an hour now. You’ve been putting on quite the show.” “Mmm I love my pussy,” I groaned. “Yes, we can see that,” chuckled the girl. I arched my back and pinched my nipple with my free hand, sucking in a breath with the quick burn. I always did love an audience when I was fucking. “You’re watching me?” “We watch everyone, you never know when someone might need a helping hand. Just like yourself.” “You have a helping hand for my pussy?.