Miami Heat - Sex Stories

Miami Heat

... control. Their sweat-covered bodies collapsed onto the bed utterly spent by the effort. The prickling heat felt so hot that they might burst into flames at any second. Several minutes passed where the only sound in the room was that of their ragged breathing. When some strength returned to her limbs, Kaylee lifted her body from underneath the dead-weight and whispered in his ear softly as she rose. “I needed that as much as you did.” Quietly and in the dark, Kaylee collected her clothes from the floor and got dressed. She plucked her seventy-five dollar thong from the pillow and slipped the damp fabric back on as a playful smile curled her lips. She could feel his cum trickling into the expensive lace. The wife stood up and wiggled her hips as she lowered the hem of her dress. Quickly but quietly, she tiptoed over to the wardrobe and tapped a six-digit pin number into the wall safe inside. Despite knowing she was due payment for services rendered, Kaylee’s eyes still went wide as she was handed a stack of crisp fifty dollar bills. She’d never seen so much money. Considering the state of her body and the sweaty palm she held the bills in, surprisingly they didn’t feel dirty. She quickly stuffed the cash into her clutch bag and tiptoed to the hotel room door. “That was, erm…” Lauren was still breathless. Her flushed cheeks glowed in the light that flooded into the dark room from the open doorway. She ran her fingers through her tousled hair and smiled shyly. “Good night, Kaylee.” “Good night,” Kaylee replied as the door slowly latched shut.