My middle finger was in the cleft of her ass, resting conspicuously against her anus. The tiny orifice puckered as though for a kiss while the pad of my finger caressed it. She looked back and up at me while I held her like this against the hotel room door as she fumbled to get the magnetic card into the electronic door lock. A maid was peering at us from down the hall.

Ah, yes. Romps in hotels.

Her pussy stays the wettest of any woman I have ever known. The sweetness literally pours from her. I suck her cunt and clit, alternating at times to push her protruding pink clit around with my tongue; teasing, toying, denying…

That last word— perfect. Although I admit fully: denying is nothing without fulfilling. Much later, of course.