99 Real Estate (1/2)

Sandra is in need of a lot of loving, so we will talk after all the humping, moaning, and groaning. I think there are some grunting and screaming as well.

Once I fill her up, I fill her up again.

After the fifth time or so, Sandra is satisfied. She is now resting upon my chest. Her legs are interlocked with mine. Our liquids are mixed and stained the bed and sheets.

”I feel at ease when I am with you, Max.”

Sandra whispers softly. Her eyes remain closed. Her breathing relaxes. Her mind is completely calmed. Her nightmares retreat in my presence.

”As do I, Sandra.”

I response softly in kind. My protective arm around her nakedness. My gentle hand upon her shoulder. And my fingers caressing her warmness gently.

Her fingers stroke my body in response, lightly.

No more word is needed between the two of us, and we both remain within each other's affectionate embrace for a full hour or so.

Sandra dresses first, putting on her black bra, matching pair of lingerie and creamy blouse. She did so slowly, letting me watch each step of the way while curving to accentuate her sexy figure.

She knows that she is very desirable, and she is using that knowledge well.

I chuckle and return the favour, giving her the only front-seat's view. From the grin on her face, she is enjoying the reverse-strip tease very, very much.

Sandra didn't even have her pant on yet, so I didn't either.

And when I move in to give her an affectionate kiss, I simply push her lingerie to the side and penetrate her feminine gender. She moans and kisses my neck as I proceed to pound her into the warm bedding.

Her legs wrap themselves around my pelvis, urging me on.

We manage to get to the elevator and heading down to the lobby just before 3pm. Any later, and we will probably never leave the bedroom. There is still a very strong sexual tension between us.

We are still young and full of cum. Well, one of us is. \o/

Our arms are interwoven around each other when we leave the hotel together.

The receptionist is very welcoming, wishing us both a good day. A limousine is waiting for us outside, provided by the hotel for any guests that needed it. The transportation is free of charge for the luxury rooms on higher floor, just one of many amenities and services.

”Have you eaten yet, Miss Bullock?”

I ask when I open the door to the limousine for her.

Sandra glances at me and then cup my manhood and give it a firm squeeze.

Luckily, no one saw that. Even if they did, they wouldn't say anything.

”Yes, Mr. Maxwell. It was a quite thick milkshake. I would love another if you have it in you.”

Sandra purrs into my ear. I could feel the heat from her sensual lips. Her alluring breaths brush against my skin. I might have shuddered a little.

”Okie… I think I can do that for you, Miss Bullock.”

I squeeze the words out of my throat in submission before Sandra enters the limousine with an inviting smile. I follow suit and relax in my seating before telling the driver to head to a prominent real estate company down in Bel Air area. I even give him the address in full.

”Yes, sir.”

The driver response and then roll up the privacy window. He has driven many rich and powerful people around town, and he knows exactly what is going on in the back. The tinted windows, preventing eyes from outside is exactly for that. The car has to be washed daily as well since several guests like to have their orgy on the move.

I manage to talk to Sandra a bit before she is between my legs, demanding a hot and sticky milkshake – she is quite aggressive at it too.

And the limousine ride is filled with gagging and stifling sounds.

When limousine finally comes to a stop at our destination, there is just gulping sounds.

Sandra has an incredible appetite, and my balls are forcibly drained.

It isn't a complaint by any means.