out.
"I'm right here, Princess. Are you enjoying the view? Because I am."
"Take off your shirt and jacket, Dylan. I want to see and feel all of you."
I undid my tie, then threw my shirt and jacket on the floor. "Is that better, baby?"
"Yes," she said, panting.
"Look at the lights. Tell me what you love about them," I said, shoving my cock deeper into her.
" I love...you."
"I love you, too. Tell me what you want, Brooke."
"Spank me, Dylan. Spank my ass!"
"I'm gonna fuck your ass. Do you want that?" I asked, spanking her and then sliding a finger in her tight, puckered hole. She screamed my name and came on my cock as I jerked and twitched inside of her, giving her my seed.
I held her tight, as we both caught our breath together. I pulled out and turned her around, facing me. I kissed her lightly on the lips and kissed my way down to her breasts, removing the left pasty. I sucked on her beautiful tit, my tit, feeling it harden on my tongue as I lapped at it. She stroked my hair with her hand as I continued to worship her body, the lights shining through the room.
I was interrupted by a noise coming from the elevator, and quickly grabbed Brooke and my clothes from the floor. We ran to the bedroom, quickly and shut the door behind us. I tossed her on the bed, laying on top of her and took her mouth. I kissed her slowly and deeply, our tongues slowly making love to one another.
I broke our kiss and went in the bathroom to turn on the shower. I was taking a piss when she walked in and wrapped her arms around my waist, making it hard for me to concentrate. " Princess, you can't do that while I'm going pee. I'll miss the can and we'll have a huge mess."
She laughed, "If you make the mess, you clean it up."
"The only thing I'm cleaning tonight is you, and then we're going to eat and sleep."
She removed the other pastie before getting into the shower, and that was my cue to play with her nipple in the shower. I played with what was mine and she was screaming my name, once more, before we got out of the shower.
I shut the water off and stepped out, drying myself, as Brooke watched intently. "What?" I asked, giving her an innocent look.
"You're incredible, you know that?"
"Oh no, baby. It's all you. You're the one that's incredible. I'm just along for the ride."
She laughed, "Whatever, Dylan. You know you're amazing in bed and...in the shower."
"Oh?" I asked, pulling my sweatpants on. "Does that mean you're ready for round three?"
"You know I'm always ready. The bigger question is, do you think you can handle it?"
"I told you once, Princess...I can handle anything you dish out."
"Oh shit!"
"What?"
"The food. It's probably burned , now. Shit, shit, shit!" she panicked, tossing a t-shirt and black yoga pants on. I was ready to say something, but she was already out the door and in the kitchen.
I walked in the kitchen shirtless , and found her standing at the stove, staring at her masterpiece. "Well, is it burned?" I asked.
"No, I think Tristan pulled it out when he interrupted us."
"What makes you think that?"
"Because there are two pieces missing fro m it. See," she said, pointing at the baking dish.
I threw my head back and laughed, "Yep. That sounds like Tristan. He loves home cooking."
"Well, remind me to thank him, because if he hadn't pulled it out, it'd be burned and we'd be starving."
"I'll be sure to thank him for both of us. I think he has company with him."
"What? Who's with him? she asked.
"I think Steph is here, because I could have sworn, I heard a woman's voice when the elevator doors opened."
"Oh shit!" she said, with a terrified look on her face.
"Ha, Brooke! Are you embarrassed?"
"A little, but I just realized that I forgot to make the apple pie."
"Don't worry about those two , they didn't see anything and as far as dessert goes, well...I've already had my apple pie, and it was far
"I'm right here, Princess. Are you enjoying the view? Because I am."
"Take off your shirt and jacket, Dylan. I want to see and feel all of you."
I undid my tie, then threw my shirt and jacket on the floor. "Is that better, baby?"
"Yes," she said, panting.
"Look at the lights. Tell me what you love about them," I said, shoving my cock deeper into her.
" I love...you."
"I love you, too. Tell me what you want, Brooke."
"Spank me, Dylan. Spank my ass!"
"I'm gonna fuck your ass. Do you want that?" I asked, spanking her and then sliding a finger in her tight, puckered hole. She screamed my name and came on my cock as I jerked and twitched inside of her, giving her my seed.
I held her tight, as we both caught our breath together. I pulled out and turned her around, facing me. I kissed her lightly on the lips and kissed my way down to her breasts, removing the left pasty. I sucked on her beautiful tit, my tit, feeling it harden on my tongue as I lapped at it. She stroked my hair with her hand as I continued to worship her body, the lights shining through the room.
I was interrupted by a noise coming from the elevator, and quickly grabbed Brooke and my clothes from the floor. We ran to the bedroom, quickly and shut the door behind us. I tossed her on the bed, laying on top of her and took her mouth. I kissed her slowly and deeply, our tongues slowly making love to one another.
I broke our kiss and went in the bathroom to turn on the shower. I was taking a piss when she walked in and wrapped her arms around my waist, making it hard for me to concentrate. " Princess, you can't do that while I'm going pee. I'll miss the can and we'll have a huge mess."
She laughed, "If you make the mess, you clean it up."
"The only thing I'm cleaning tonight is you, and then we're going to eat and sleep."
She removed the other pastie before getting into the shower, and that was my cue to play with her nipple in the shower. I played with what was mine and she was screaming my name, once more, before we got out of the shower.
I shut the water off and stepped out, drying myself, as Brooke watched intently. "What?" I asked, giving her an innocent look.
"You're incredible, you know that?"
"Oh no, baby. It's all you. You're the one that's incredible. I'm just along for the ride."
She laughed, "Whatever, Dylan. You know you're amazing in bed and...in the shower."
"Oh?" I asked, pulling my sweatpants on. "Does that mean you're ready for round three?"
"You know I'm always ready. The bigger question is, do you think you can handle it?"
"I told you once, Princess...I can handle anything you dish out."
"Oh shit!"
"What?"
"The food. It's probably burned , now. Shit, shit, shit!" she panicked, tossing a t-shirt and black yoga pants on. I was ready to say something, but she was already out the door and in the kitchen.
I walked in the kitchen shirtless , and found her standing at the stove, staring at her masterpiece. "Well, is it burned?" I asked.
"No, I think Tristan pulled it out when he interrupted us."
"What makes you think that?"
"Because there are two pieces missing fro m it. See," she said, pointing at the baking dish.
I threw my head back and laughed, "Yep. That sounds like Tristan. He loves home cooking."
"Well, remind me to thank him, because if he hadn't pulled it out, it'd be burned and we'd be starving."
"I'll be sure to thank him for both of us. I think he has company with him."
"What? Who's with him? she asked.
"I think Steph is here, because I could have sworn, I heard a woman's voice when the elevator doors opened."
"Oh shit!" she said, with a terrified look on her face.
"Ha, Brooke! Are you embarrassed?"
"A little, but I just realized that I forgot to make the apple pie."
"Don't worry about those two , they didn't see anything and as far as dessert goes, well...I've already had my apple pie, and it was far
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