The prize blonde slave was still sucking on the billionaire's cock, but she did take her hands away from his shaft long enough to hold her fingers up. Her head was still bobbing up and down as she signaled to Leslie the room number.
Leslie got Evan to his feet and reached into the tiny G-string he wore. Using his cock as a handle as she lead him through the crowd, and up to their room.
The room was large, comfortable and offered them everything a couple in heat could ever think of using. Evan lost no time in helping Leslie out of her dress. Caressing her every curve with his fingers and lips.
Yes, she thought, a girl could get to like living like this.
CHAPTER FIVE
Leslie couldn't believe how good she felt the following morning. Not that she had slept much. Slowly, like a cat lounging in the sun, she stretched herself out. Taking up as much room as she possibly could in a bed you could literally get lost in.
Evan had proved to be every bit as good as she could have hoped for.
So had Eric!
Starting the evening out with Evan had been wonderful. He had proved to be a very caring and gentle lover. The fact that his cock was as thick as her wrist and as long as her arm once he'd jammed it home, had gone a long way to endear him to her.
And that wasn't counting the numerous times he'd swabbed her pussy clean with his tongue.
He'd done all he possibly could to make her a happy woman. Making it all the sadder when even the astounding endurance of his powerful body ground to a halt.
Leslie didn't have long to worry about it. Not five minutes after Evan had made his apologetic exit, another hulking young stud was knocking at her door. Eric turned out to be just as beautiful to look at. Thick slabs of muscle formed armor around his tall body. His cock didn't turn out to be quite as large as Evan's and his style of lovemaking was far different as well.