“First stop calling me Mrs. Smith. In a few minutes, darling, you’re gonna give me the best head ever and then you’re going to fuck me senseless..., so we can dispense with the formalities. Call me bitch, slut or anything else you want, but stop saying, Mrs. Smith. Secondly, sweetie,” I smiled beautifully, “Get down here,” I pointed between my legs, “and make me cum." A small glimmer of anxiety flashed across his features and then he grinned from ear to ear. As if in a trance, he moved toward me. Now that I was on top it was playtime again. I sat up, straddled him then sat down hard enough on his chest to cause him to gush air from his lungs. My ass was in his face, my hands pressed on his belly. I turned and looked down on him “My turn.”He wasn't wearing a belt so it was easy thumbing open the fly button. The top of the pants came apart then I gripped the zipper tab and pulled it to the stop. Nate was wearing dark red briefs but they couldn't hide what I knew was there. My cousin. I slap your face with my club-like cock. “JENNIFER! Don’t resist, dear…” You comply. My cock and hairy balls are all over your face and I ride and hump on your cheeks, chin and forehead. In a few moments, I stop. “Now, Jennifer, it’s time for the oral part of the interview.” I pull the panties from your mouth and before you can speak, much less scram, I ram my cock through your lips and begin to fuck your mouth and throat. You gag, you fight for breath, and tears stream your face. My f***ed. You see a guy you like; taller than me, good looking, and approach him, whispering something in his ear. He looks surprised, looks at me, and then back at you. You walk back towards me, whisper in my ear. Room 1207. Five minutes. He follows you to the elevator, and I watch as your hips sway so slowly. I take my time to finish my drink, wondering what you're doing. Every minute feels like an eternity, and I'm getting hard, imagining what I'm about to see. I walk over to the elevator. Hit 12..