Your collection of teddy bears strewn in the corner from when you had thrown them off the bed as we crashed into the room, tugging your tee shirt off....“Not here,” you beg and I smile, knowing your shaky defences have already crumbled.I drag my finger between your legs, feeling your heat and dampness as I watch your eyes glaze. Your mouth opens, little pants escaping your lips.I glance down at your chest. The swell of your boobs hardly making an impression but your nipples betray you. Your pink. Most younger men would sit back and let her do all the work, but Todd was actively thrusting his own hips, even though she was on top of him, and he was forcing her up and down his cock even when she had started to feel tired, thus maintaining the swift pace of their fucking.While Camila had thought that she wouldn’t have been able to have an orgasm of her own while trying to get Todd to cum in under five minutes, the energetic and ultra fast thrusting he was giving her managed to drive her to. Five minutes after he was out the door, I was in my car heading to the hotel where Jake and I had planned on meeting. I walked in and asked for the key that my husband, Mr. Smith, had left for me and quickly stole up the stairs to room 227.At the door I hesitated. Was I really going to go through with this? Was I going to let my cousin see me, touch me, be inside of me? It scared me how much the idea turned me on. When I first brought the idea up with him, I thought he would be disgusted.. And that was all that mattered. After that, things kind of slowed down for awhile. For about thirty minutes I was roaming the hallway or sitting in a dark booth without dropping tokens in the slot. I waited in a booth for a while, then gave up and decided to leave. I was walking towards the exit and saw a guy coming in. He was an older man, probably mid sixties. Turning, I saw him go into the booth next to the one I’d just vacated. Quickly I moved forward and reclaimed my booth, only a couple.