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Clarissa's Tattoo
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Clarissa slipped into the room when he opened the door, almost giddy with anticipation. She had come from sunbathing at the pool, her body oiled and tanned, looking much younger than her forty years.?I almost didn't come,? she said, reaching her hands to him.?I'm glad you did,? he said. He touched his lips to her fingertips, and took her in his arms. She could feel the stiffness of his cock, wondering if he'd taken something to prepare himself for her, or if he was really excited by her body.Her terrycloth robe fell to the floor, almost as if she'd wished it off. She knew that she still looked good in a bikini. It took a stringent diet and plenty of exercise to keep the body she had, but it was always worth it.He pressed his lips to hers, and she felt his tongue touch the tip of her own. He tasted like peppermint and reefer, a college boy taste. What age was almanbahis şikayet he? Twenty, twenty one?She turned in his arms, putting her back to him, feeling him kiss the back of her neck. She moaned softly, seeing the shadow of a man fall across the window through the half pulled shade. She moved the night clerk's hands up to her breasts, letting him feel her stiff nipples, dressed now only in three tiny triangles of cloth.The glimmer of a man's eyes outside the glass, a silent audience of one watching her breasts revealed as he scooped her from her top, she leaned back against him, smiling toward the window, toward the person watching. He pulled the bow at the side of her bikini bottom, pulling it loose, then yanked the other, letting the wisp of cloth and ribbon fall to her feet. Above her vagina was a small tattoo of a purple butterfly. Like almanbahis canlı casino a stallion in rut, he spun her toward him, his lips heavier now, his kiss more insistent. She sensed his hungering libido. His hands scooped her ass, lifting and carrying her to the bed.Just outside the room, the voyeur touched his own stiff cock, letting his fingers on the tip, feeling the drop of pre-cum, spreading it over his tip. His weakened knees and shortness of breath would have betrayed him to any passerby, but it wasn't the kind of motel where anyone would care. A place for clandestine lovers and fallen angels, the Peterson Inn was mostly empty this early in the evening. It wasn't sleazy by any stretch, but it had the reputation of having choice accommodations for those wishing a picnic. Inside the small room, the night clerk lets his shorts slide down, almanbahis casino revealing his cock, smooth, long and thick. His new Price Albert piercing, was difficult to miss. The voyeur wanted to touch it, wanted to see if it was as perfect as it looked, wanted to kiss Clarissa's tattoo, to feel the softness of her butterfly, feel it flutter.The woman, naked now, her nipples standing taut on her well formed breasts, her shaven pussy wet with a desire that the man outside the window could almost smell, whispered something in her lover's ear. The watcher wants her too, wants them both, naked, to do as they will with him, whatever they will.The night clerk lifted Clarissa up in his arms, spun her around as if dancing, nibbling her ear, her neck, as she whispered her desire. ?Fuck me,? she whispered. ?Fuck me.?The man outside the window squeezed himself as the night clerk spun Clarissa to the bed, lifting her to her knees. He couldn't hear the sound of the smack to Clarissa's pretty ass, nor what the man said, but he could see her lips as she turned her head back to him, knew that she was saying, ?Fuck me.
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