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Eric opened the door to their room and she entered behind him, tossing her purse on the dressing table near the wall. She took in the hot tub in the corner, a few feet from the King-sized bed. As she’d expected, there was a stripper pole near the hot tub behind large sliding glass doors, la pièce de resistance in the place. There were mirrors everywhere– on the walls, surrounding the hot tub and stripper pole, and all over the ceiling.
He took her by the arm and brought her to the bed, sitting on the edge with her standing between his legs, his head level with her breasts since she still wore her high boots. Eric grabbed her ass to pull her closer. She fell on the bed on top of him, straddling one of his thighs, breathing in the familiar mixture of his spicy scent and the leather of his jacket.
She ran her hands under his shirt, over the hard planes of his stomach, biting his lips, running her palm over the thick mass of meat under his jeans. He moaned into her mouth and trailed his fingers over her back under her tank top. She pulled back and peeled it off herself, letting him unclasp her bra in the back, tossing the garments on the floor.
“We need some music,” she said, getting off of him and making her way to the dresser. She opened the first drawer to locate the remote, and found it, then almost shrieked aloud. She knew she’d been in this room before! She’d carved her name and the year in the wood inside the drawer one drunken night when she’d been here with her ex-boyfriend many years ago. She smiled at the memory of their debaucherous evening, turned on the TV and set the channel to music. She faced Eric, who was watching her with his dark chocolate eyes.
Roxie sauntered slowly back to the bed, naked from the waist up, her small breasts moving slightly with each step as she swung her hips to the sultry music. He grinned, sitting upright now on the edge of the bed, waiting. She straddled his thigh as she had seen Jasmin do, grinding her hottest spot over his thigh, pressing her breasts near his face, running her fingers over his lips, letting him suck on them. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and hoisted his shirt up over his head quickly. She ran her hands over his body again, pushing him down until he was resting on his arms in back at an angle, proceeding to unzip his jeans, his zipper almost bursting open with the intensity of his erection.
She freed his misery from its constraints and left him to take them off entirely, stepping a bit away from him and loosening her own jeans, her hips still swinging slightly. She turned around and lowered her pants, bending dramatically so that Eric would have a full view of her round ass as she removed her jeans entirely, leaving on her black boots and miniscule white g-string for effect. She righted herself again, backing up into him, letting his large hands grip her ass. She could feel his lips brush over her lower back and her ass cheeks, giving her a swift stinging spank to the other side.
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