It's Science Baby!
"They are perfect!" I exclaimed.
I was kneeling, nuzzling my nose into her crotch.
"I knew they would be," she replied, grinding her hips forward as I smooshed my face into her smooth mound.
I'd asked her to wear tiny panties and these were really tiny, with a small black sheer panel at the front.
I stood back up and we resumed kissing passionately; we'd only made it a few steps inside the hotel room. Her back was against the wall, her arms up over her head, I wasn't holding them or anything, she just put them there in a kind of "take me" stance.
"I can't wait to take them off later and fuck your tight little cunt, baby gir," I murmured in her ear as she kissed my chin. The palm of my hand was on her mound, my fingers on her pussy and she had opened her legs a little to give me more access.
She chuckled lightly, "Not later. Take them off and fuck me now!" Her tongue drew down my cheek as she finished.
Her hands, no longer above her head, were rubbing my throbbing cock through my shorts. I took her hands and pinned them firmly against the wall, holding one each side like a desert cactus.
"No," I said firmly. "We have to wait until you're fully aroused."
She smiled again (god, she's cute I thought to myself) as she started grinding her tiny panty clad groin onto my leg.
Holding my stern gaze, with a smile on her face, she replied, "Oh Daddy... I'm fully aroused." She didn't bat an eyelid and I could feel her heat on my thigh as she gyrated ever so slowly.
"You might think you are, baby, but I heard on my science podcast this week that scientists have determined the average woman takes 16 minutes to become fully aroused..."
The gyrating had stopped and she had rolled her eyes at the words "science podcast." I was finding it hard to keep a straight face.
"You and that bloody podcast," she snorted back.
I pressed my body into hers, taking a hand and working it into her groin again. Fuck, she was wet. I slipped a finger in accidentally, and she gasped a little and then melted.
"Yes. See?" she murmured.
"No," I said sternly. "Not aroused enough."
I grabbed a handful of her hair, and while still holding her wrist, guided her to the small round table. I didn't speak, I just manhandled her, bending her over it.