I was fantasizing about us meeting in Paris.
Sneaking away from the rest of the group down at the bar, you knock on my hotel room door. I open it and see you there with that great smile you have. I take your hand and bring you inside and close and lock the door.
We kiss passionately and wet, our tongues intertwined, my hands all over your body.
I unbutton or somehow slip off your dress and see you are wearing a matching bra, thong, and stockings, which you know just drives me crazy.
I undo the clasp of your bra and trail kisses down to your breasts and then stop to tell you that I want to make you cum first: I want to please and pleasure you like you deserve. I continue to consume your breasts, my tongue running all over, sucking and licking and pulling.
My hand trails down to your thong and I can feel the moist heat. I lay you down on the edge of the bed and kneel in front of it. I slip off the thong and raise your legs on my shoulders and then begin to kiss inside your left thigh working up and then over your pussy.Just teasing you a bit, I move down your other leg and you beg me to eat you. I don't want you to suffer so I say, "Yes my love ." I plant wet kisses all around your pussy and then start to lick around your lips and then taking to take long laps up and down, my tongue pressing between your lips and tasting your nectar. You arch your back and start to moan as I move faster and faster. I spread your lips and focus on your clit and it doesn't take to long before you start to shake and tighten up as I am sucking and licking and nibbling on your clit. Your legs are wrapped around my head, muffling my hearing but I can feel you explode in orgasmic bliss and you start to relax your grip on my head as you pant to regain your breath.
I lay next to you now and hold you close. My cock is rock hard.