She was still trembling from the orgasm that had ripped through her from nothing more than the tip of one finger.
Chest heaving, thighs glistening with her own slick, eyes glassy and unfocused.
"Please…" she whispered again, voice hoarse and broken. "Ruin me while she sleeps… make me yours."
I didn't answer with words.
Every second count with a horny lady in your suite, doesn't it? Hehe~
I stood, slid my hands under the full curves of her ass — fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh, her ass felt perky and firm in her skirt, I was already wonder how they feel naked — and lifted her like she weighed nothing.
Patt gasped as her feet left the floor, — a soft, surprised sound that melted into a needy whimper when I carried her the three steps to the marble kitchen counter of the suite and set her down on the cool stone edge.
