"Boy, you've been a naughty girl you let your knickers down"*.
Joe was shining. His eyes were glimmering from enjoying the flesh. He was now strong with a terrible force of happiness, and it was impossible not to submit to such a power. He drew a semicircle with his finger. The temptress, smiling softly, turned her ass to him. Two delicate dimples appeared above that beautifully sculpted backside. This body was beautiful, perfectly beautiful.
“Now lean over to the table and shake your butt slightly,” Joe whispered.
Ashley dutifully bent. A crotch with luscious lips stared at him; a strange and exciting smile was snaking on those pussy lips.
“No, not that deep. Don't bend that deep,” he said, and she straightened slightly.
“Now, looking over your shoulder, give your ass a little slap, just a bit.”
Looking back at him, she asked, “Would you like me to stretch my ass?”
“So that to see the brown ring of the anus?” he put it in a literature way*, “No, well, save the delicacy in reserve.”
And, getting up, walking unsteadily, he approached and pressed his member at the elastic and pliable ass.
She growled, “Grrr, don't make me overexcited.”
“Who has those beautiful green eyes?” he said playfully.
“Gee, you noticed it very timely. Though it seemed to me that you only look at the tits and between the legs. Yes, green, very green — my mom's mother is Portuguese, and father is a real Indian Raja.”
“Are you then a senorita?” he said and suddenly delivered a sharp slap at that ass.
“Ouch!” she shouted, “What are you fucking doing, we did not agree on that!” And, with a feigned anger she continued, “Okay, rude boy, if you want to play BDSM, then at least first caress my backside with your friend... But not so zealously! Slightly, lightly, otherwise I will cum. Oh, yeaaah... By the way, I have handcuffs!”
“Oh, really? You do carry handcuffs in that backpack?"
“Of course, I do! Every well-read girl should carry them just in case!” she laughed.
Joe said, “I'm wondering what to do with Gator. He's already trying to get some sleep. Maybe I'll take him to the bathroom.”
And that was true, the parrot gazed with a kind of hopeless despair, although he swore with the usual frenzy.
“I don't know why you carry this animal around with you,” she inquired.
“Why, why... I am bored without this mechanical talker. Croc is much better than radio or TV. And, it seems to me, despite of everything, he has a kind soul.”
“Oh?! Listen, don't put your TV in the bathroom. The bathroom can be useful to us ourselves; crocs don't belong there. Shove him under the table. We'll misbehave at the higher grounds and without swamp commentators,” Yalini giggled.
She pulled out some packages from her backpack, and now shiny pieces of iron with keys fell on the bed.
“I bought four pairs. Cool, isn't it?” Asley said happily.
“Sure, it's great. Lie down, I will fix it quick. Your hand, my lady.”
“Mine? Baby, let's start with you. Otherwise, you will beat my ass in blood with your hands; what will poor mommy say," she looked at him with a pleading look.
Playing, she pushed Joe with her naked body onto the bed and, fidgeting, giggling, caressing and kissing him, pulled off his pants; smiling charmingly and meaningfully, she pulled off his boxers.
Biting her lip playfully, she said, “Oh, I thought it would be worse. But he is quite a good one, right for an unused girl like me!”
And she whispered, “Well, rabbit, what’s wrong? Everything will be fine, trust me. I trusted you, eh?!”
And, fidgeting with the divine pubis, crotch and ass on the penis, caressing the man's body, she whispered, “Oh my, I'm about to cum. Such a cute, delicious and strong thing. Oh, yeah... And the bed is decent, there’s enough space to handcuff. So, no monkeying around... Hands up. Good... Now straighten your legs...”
Of course, it was promised, almost guaranteed that a paradise bliss is on the way. Then she said business-like and dryly, “Close your eyes and don't think about anything, you know. Fortunately, I have a condom somewhere there. Let me grab it!”
Jumping out of the bed, she laughed out loud, “The game is over, you lost! Come on, tell me what we have in that nicey-nice suitcize.”
(What a bitch. Why did I trust her? Fool).
Coldly, not giving out emotion, Joe started broadcasting, “Bliss has already come or am I still dreaming? Truly, I have never felt so good as now, in your handcuffs, on our cozy bed. Come to me, Penny-Penelope. I will gut our burrow like a starving gopher. Or what do you have there now, a tight wet cave? I will heat that cave with a hot cavernous body.”
She looked at him in angry surprise, shouted, “Well, you idiot! Stop goofing around. What are you keeping in the briefcase?”
He uttered the groan of a prisoner awakened from sleep in a gloomy dungeon and answered in a sinister whisper, “A ball of small but very venomous snakes. I do not advise taking risks. They are very nimble, even nimbler than you are.”
Ashley chuckled, “He-he, and I love snakes, they are for wealth.” But her eyes were wary.
(There will be no full celebration. I will find you; I will kill you).
Then Punita waved her hand, proclaimed, “You are all lying, signor loser.” And she started running around the room in search of the briefcase. Bending over and sticking out her butt — he managed to spit on it — she looked under the bed, said, “Shame, who hides so, kid. You'd better buried it somewhere in the garbage.”
(Yeah, as if I had time. Oh, bitchy bitch. You, cynical creature that quickly tinted lips in the bathroom, why not?! Didn't you forget to pee before leaving?!)
And Joe shouted to her in an innocent voice, “Honey, if you quietly urinated then flush after yourself, please! Let's follow the basic rules of decency even on the rush.”
Ashley, already in the doorway, yelled ferociously, “Chao, dolt, idiot, lustful brute. Bye-bye, loooser!”
Her footsteps faded away. Darkness was deepening in the hotel room. It was quiet around.
And then Joe finally let his feelings out. The treasures have been stolen, the light has faded, and everything is plunging into darkness. Now the main thing is not to get overfilled with emotions. That's right, you will vomit with self-disgust, and you will choke with it. In the morning, a senora will come to do housekeeping, and she will throw up her hands, furtively touch the dick, and with a decent and anxious concern will run away to call the police. Although no, she can, nowadays, call from her cell phone…
Beast! Whore! But what an actress! No, it's my bad, I'm just a complete dolt. I had to give the performance my full attention, should peer into the faces of the performers instead of staring at the costumes and the scenery. I'll kill the bitch! “What an actress is dying!” she will exclaim falling and clutching at a nonexistent heart... That's how he cheered up himself, fighting despair. And again, in different ways he yelled, “Bitch, whore, beast...”
(If you shout and yell, then maybe... Some shitty neighbors will phone the front desk to bitch the concierge?) Oh, how he was wishing so that behind the wall happen to be such, you know, ones of those, “In the next room someone snored so loudly all night, we could not sleep. What? But why should they sleep there? Shoot, are you getting rude with me?! Well, call your manager. Now!.. Boo! What an ill-mannered rude person, and he is still working in customer service?!”
But Joe woke up Croc Gator, that’s for sure. The bird, probably, was watching his suffering while scornfully bloating the feathers on the neck, and it croaked, “Thanks a lot. Good night, you fool!” And repeated the phrases. And repeated that again.
“Make a wish,” it said suddenly, “Make a wish, you idiot!”
“I didn't teach you that. Had a lot of TV lessons?” Joe got angry and surprised at the same time.
“Make a wish, make a wish... make your wishes,” clicked Gator with his parrot tongue.
Joe whispered dreamily, “Croc, do you hear me, you dirty crocodile? I wish that this slut, this cynical creature, I'm talking about that cute thief, was returning to those whom she stole from. Do you hear me?! I would like her to return there, to undress, to kneel down and sincerely plead for forgiveness. Yes, yes, exactly!” he shouted in response to a sound of mocking cough coming from the side where the parrot was. “I want her to plead, shit, on her knees and naked. I wish her to whisper hotly: ‘I will do whatever you order to hush up the misunderstanding that has arisen between us.’”
Joe laughed as he imagined the scene. Then, relaxing in the ‘shackles of love’, he finished his outpourings, “And the orgasm that she needs so much, simply needs like air, I would like that she would only get it when I will be mentoring this inveterate criminal and libertine into the right path while my penis is storming the walls of her unholy vagina.” Here he, surprised by his own pompous style, became embarrassed. The parrot, which had been silent, suddenly clucked its tongue again and burst out laughing in the most outrageous manner. “And so that you die, animal!” - burst out Joe due to this mockery by destiny.
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* - “I Am the Walrus” by the Beatles: Lennon / McCartney.
* - Most likely, this is an allusion to tabloid and even pornographic literature replete with clich;s.