During their stroll to the hotel, Zack repeated his vulgar description of his nocturnal plans, now for Tori's information in lieu of the exchanged Ariel. Tori was likewise enthralled and impatient to commence the sexual exploits. As soon as the room door closed, they dived into furious activity. After a furious fuck, their fever's edge had waned and their professional demeanor restored. The pair moved ahead at a more appropriate tempo reflecting the evaluation assessment requirements. Nonetheless, their first contorted bouts had given Zack sound insights into Tori's remarkable flexibility, enthusiasm and endurance.
Later that night, the room shimmered neon, as it should. The fourth floor room faced Ocean Drive and the hotel sign shone its red and blue hues across the hotel façade. Zack lay on his back. Tori was mounted astride Zack's groin, her voluptuous form hued by the red and blue shimmer. He admired the spectacular view of her naked form and her demonstrated multitude of talents. Tori concentrated on the stationary cowgirl routine that Zack had commanded her to perform. She held him by her cunt, his engorged cock plunged deep. Tori used her concentric cunt muscles to massage his buried cock without jogging her hips. Her hands were braced on his chest; her finger tips revolving around his nipples. Tori's body language begged Zack to manhandle her dusky tipped tits. Her upper arms compressed the globular boob flesh just enough to indent the lush sides. That position conveniently posed her vulnerable nipples for any devious treatment or harsh amusement Zack chose to inflict. But Zack let his hands rest at his sides, disinclined to interfere with Tori's concentration and her unilateral manipulations of his prick. Tori gazed into Zack's eyes; watchful for the facial signs that showed which of her vaginal ventures was most effective.
As a Zodiac, Zack was obliged to offer helps and hints to improve Tori's skills but only after she had fully demonstrated her finest combination of current arts. Zack would share his final opinion in the morning after Tori had given her full measure to the all-night workout. Interim comments would distract from Zack's full accounting of Tori's existing talents: manual, oral and vaginal. Zack understood that Tori would endeavor to receive his top scores for her best efforts in each technique.
Requisite discretion aside, Zack was unable to conceal his impromptu eye pops whenever Tori's contractions hit the right spots on his sensitized cock. Tori knew that this wasn't really cheating. A proficient female was expected to continually fine-tune her actions, even in the midst of a fuck cycle, in order to maximize the male-mate's prospective pleasure. Tori was a highly proficient female and this was a high stakes fuck encounter. Her accumulated evaluation assessment reports would catalog her growing sexual prowess. Any successful career within the TWA organization hinged upon progressively higher scores with each evaluation assessment. Perfect practice makes perfect. Tori strived for perfection and used her time between these semi-annual evaluation assessments to garner lots of perfect practice from supportive sex partners. She never lacked for suitable South Beach manly volunteers with whom to practice.
But right here and now, Tori needed to concentrate and focus on Zack. She could see she was drawing him towards another climax. His face was flushed and he had clenched his fists tight at his sides and closed his eyes. Tori studied Zack's ascending groans to guide her labors. At the pinnacle of his windup, Tori happily joined Zack in communal ecstasy as his rounded mouth emitted a long, low growl. Tori fled her mind when she felt Zack's spunk splash her vaginal recess. Her cunt executed the final orgasmic contractions without her conscious command. This was a good one, a strong one and Tori was sure that Zack would be impressed by its potency. It certainly gave her reasons to applaud the unplanned coffee house swap.
Tori collapsed forward on Zack's chest; her torso buoyed on her boobs. She eventually regained her breathe and then rolled exhausted to his side. Zack was still recovering his wits as they breathed deeply in near unison. His man-meat was still tumescent but loosing hardness. Tori's cunt was leaking Zack's vital essence; the discharge would leave stains on the bed-sheets. They were too weary to do anything about it. They twilight dozed, fingers lazing back and forth across the partner's sweaty skin until sleepy unconsciousness stilled their movements.
