Yeah this one is bad...
Olivia’s phone rang, and she picked it up. “Hello?” she answered, half asleep.
“Olivia?” Peter worriedly said. “I think you should come to my hotel. Charlie was just shot right outside of the doors,” Olivia closed the phone, in a daze. She got dressed hurriedly and quickly drove to the hotel, avoiding all speed limit signs and stop lights. She got to the hotel and walked quickly inside. She saw Peter, and she ran into his open arms. They hugged for what seemed like forever, and then they pulled apart.
“I’m sorry,” he seductively said. “Come back to my room,” He held out his hand, and Olivia took it. Together, they went back to Peter’s room. They locked the door and began to kiss furiously and passionately. One of Peter’s hands was around Olivia’s waist, bringing him closer to her. The other was taking off Olivia’s shirt, and pulling off her bra. Peter kissed Olivia’s neck, and then traveled lower to her chest. A shudder went through Olivia as Peter kissed each breast, engrossing them into his mouth. Peter lightly bit Olivia’s nipple, and she cried out in pleasure. Peter traced a hand along Olivia’s chest while he went back up to kiss her lips. His hand lingered on her stomach, and then went into her pants. His hand slowly reached into her underwear. He began to feel around, pressing various parts of her most intimate part. Olivia cried louder and louder each time, and finally, Peter found her most pleasurable spot. He pressed it lightly, and Olivia sighed. He pressed it a little more firmly, and he began to speed up each time he pressed. Olivia’s hips were grinding against his hand, and soon his hand became covered in warm residue. Now Peter was pressing hard and fast on her spot.
“Don’t stop Peter! Please don’t stop!” Olivia cried as Peter pressed harder and harder, faster and faster. Olivia tore off Peter’s shirt and wrapped her arms around his back. She pulled him closer to her. “Faster! Harder!” She yelled, and Peter complied. He looked at her face. The usually calm, cool, and collected face was now flushed with pink, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly ajar. Finally, her climax came. Olivia moaned in ecstasy, and Peter pulled his hand out of her pants. While Olivia was recovering, Peter stripped them both. He led Olivia to the hard hotel bed and laid her down. He got on top of her.
“Ready for another round?” He asked. Olivia nodded and leaned up to kiss Peter. She kissed along his face until she came to his ear.
“I’m ready,” she nearly inaudibly whispered, and she licked the outside of his ear. Peter sighed pleasantly and brought himself into her. They both moaned as his dick went deeper in her. Peter began to thrust against Olivia, and she did the same. They fit together perfectly. Peter’s climax came, and a warm, sticky substance squirted out of him. Olivia’s second climax of the night came, and they both groaned. After they were both satisfied, Peter pulled out of Olivia. He lay next to her.
“Where’s Walter?” Olivia asked, tracing a finger along Peter’s chest.
“He went back to our beach house. We have the whole hotel room to ourselves,” Peter replied. Olivia smiled and she laid her head on Peter’s chest. She fell soundly asleep.
Olivia’s phone rang, and she picked it up. “Hello?” she answered, half asleep.
“Olivia?” Peter worriedly said. “I think you should come to my hotel. Charlie was just shot right outside of the doors,” Olivia closed the phone, in a daze. She got dressed hurriedly and quickly drove to the hotel, avoiding all speed limit signs and stop lights. She got to the hotel and walked quickly inside. She saw Peter, and she ran into his open arms. They hugged for what seemed like forever, and then they pulled apart.
“I’m sorry,” he seductively said. “Come back to my room,” He held out his hand, and Olivia took it. Together, they went back to Peter’s room. They locked the door and began to kiss furiously and passionately. One of Peter’s hands was around Olivia’s waist, bringing him closer to her. The other was taking off Olivia’s shirt, and pulling off her bra. Peter kissed Olivia’s neck, and then traveled lower to her chest. A shudder went through Olivia as Peter kissed each breast, engrossing them into his mouth. Peter lightly bit Olivia’s nipple, and she cried out in pleasure. Peter traced a hand along Olivia’s chest while he went back up to kiss her lips. His hand lingered on her stomach, and then went into her pants. His hand slowly reached into her underwear. He began to feel around, pressing various parts of her most intimate part. Olivia cried louder and louder each time, and finally, Peter found her most pleasurable spot. He pressed it lightly, and Olivia sighed. He pressed it a little more firmly, and he began to speed up each time he pressed. Olivia’s hips were grinding against his hand, and soon his hand became covered in warm residue. Now Peter was pressing hard and fast on her spot.
“Don’t stop Peter! Please don’t stop!” Olivia cried as Peter pressed harder and harder, faster and faster. Olivia tore off Peter’s shirt and wrapped her arms around his back. She pulled him closer to her. “Faster! Harder!” She yelled, and Peter complied. He looked at her face. The usually calm, cool, and collected face was now flushed with pink, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slightly ajar. Finally, her climax came. Olivia moaned in ecstasy, and Peter pulled his hand out of her pants. While Olivia was recovering, Peter stripped them both. He led Olivia to the hard hotel bed and laid her down. He got on top of her.
“Ready for another round?” He asked. Olivia nodded and leaned up to kiss Peter. She kissed along his face until she came to his ear.
“I’m ready,” she nearly inaudibly whispered, and she licked the outside of his ear. Peter sighed pleasantly and brought himself into her. They both moaned as his dick went deeper in her. Peter began to thrust against Olivia, and she did the same. They fit together perfectly. Peter’s climax came, and a warm, sticky substance squirted out of him. Olivia’s second climax of the night came, and they both groaned. After they were both satisfied, Peter pulled out of Olivia. He lay next to her.
“Where’s Walter?” Olivia asked, tracing a finger along Peter’s chest.
“He went back to our beach house. We have the whole hotel room to ourselves,” Peter replied. Olivia smiled and she laid her head on Peter’s chest. She fell soundly asleep.