Knock on the door.
“Room service!”
“Come in.”
She enters carrying a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses.
My surprise: nothing ordered.
“Our special guests are rewarded - and you are one!”
“Thank you. Why 2 glasses? I’m alone.”
“Exactly. I’m here as part of the special offer.”
She’s tall, wearing a short red dress, many inches above the knee.
“Lie down,” she commands.
No argument here.
I lie. She opens the bottle, pours.
2 glasses on the floor near my head.
She steps over me, straddling.
I look up.
No panties! But it’s dark up there.
Her high-heeled feet are each side of my head.
She crouches, stops above my head.
I see her slit, plainly now.
Perfectly smooth.
Just a line I see.
How can a sight so plain....
.....a woman in high heeled shoes....
....in a very short dress....
....crouching so low....
....cause a man so much heat?

She pauses, sips champagne
Wets her finger with it
Slides it down to her slit
Opens it slightly.
“Look!” she exclaims,
“Feast your eyes!”
She stands, legs still apart.
She shakes off her dress.
She spills some champagne down her front....
....between her breasts.
It runs down.
She adjusts her pose,
the liquid arrives at her slit, and drips.
It falls to my mouth.
I drink.
My cock is raging inside my clothes.
“Unclothe me,” I entreat.

Exposed, my cock is rigid, upstanding.
She is astride me, again....
....lowering herself, her slit towards my cock.
She kneels, leans forward, lowers herself.
I see her cunt.
It is near my straining tool.
Her flower has opened a little.
I glimpse a wetness,
then it settles on my shaft.
“No touching,” she intones.
She wriggles gently, side to side.
My shaft is enveloped
but the head remains uncovered.
She is very wet, even slippery.
She glides herself along my shaft,
forwards, back.....
I gasp.
The sensations along my prick are intense.
She must continue, I’m desperate!
She stops.
“No! Go on!”
She resumes her glide.
My crisis is coming.....
.....I writhe, I want to kiss her....
.....I am thrusting along her cunt...
.... my cock lunges, but she rides me.....
.....holds me in her grip.
I cum, I spurt, I pulse....
.... great shots even to my throat....
.....vibrating as my juice throbs from my prick....
...even as she continues to glide along my shaft.

Eventually the throbbing ceases.
The tension eases from my body.
But she hasn’t finished!
“Taste me! Lick me!”
She’s astride my face again.
Her honeypot is above me....
...lowers itself...
.... and I lick at her wetness...
....suck her clit.
Such delight for me - and her.
She moans, gasps. grinds down on my mouth,
grasps my head forcing me against her,
her body trembles, arches back,
shakes as her climax overcomes her.
She collapses forward, rolls off me,
lies, breathing deeply, completely flushed.

“That was something else!” she says.
“You must need champagne after all that.”

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She makes hungry where most she satisfies