Rebecca smiled.
She noticed his hard on. It would have been hard not to notice it, big as it was.
"Oooooh," she purred.
Bill grinned and stepped past her into the vestibule. Rebecca closed the door. When she turned, Bill swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. His tongue pushed into her mouth and she sucked on it just as if it were a cock. Her own tongue glided against his like two serpents mating in a moist cavern. His big hands cupped her juicy ass and drew her loins tight to his own, and his huge pecker carved an indentation in her soft belly.
She clung to him.
Bill lowered his face. Rebecca, guessing his intentions, opened the front of her negligee and he began to mouth her tits and suck her stiff nipples. She held his head to her breast, loving the attention of his tongue and lips, squirming against him. She didn't know what had brought this desperate passion on, but she loved it all the same. She looked down the hall toward the bedroom, but Bill made no move to go there. His head switched back and forth as he sucked both nipples in turn, then ran his tongue through her deep cleavage.
His hand ran up her thigh.
He cupped her crotch. Her pussy was already wet and open, and he dipped his fingers into the juicy slot and massaged her tingling clit with his thumb.
Rebecca began to tremble against him.
"Darling," she moaned, softly. "Darling…"
But Bill was not in a romantic mood. He was in a horny mood, the need purely physical at the moment. He placed his hands on her wide, smooth hips and, gently turned her around. Rebecca, not sure what he intended – although game as always for anything – looked back over her shoulder, her eyebrows raised.