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A WARM CLOUD of steam billows from the open shower door. Your fingers draw marks into the misty precipitation on the clean glass as you push the door open, the skin on your shoulders a blushing red from the refreshing warmth of a hot shower.
A contented breath of happiness escapes you. Here you stand, residing in a lavish hotel you know only those of much opulence can afford. You stare at yourself in the mirror and think smugly,
I'm a rich bitch, I eat caviar straight from fish pussy every morning, and I get cock from the hottest man alive on the daily. God, I'm absolutely amazing.
You flip your wet hair and shoot yourself a prideful smile. Yes bitch, you're amazing.
Come to think of it, you had yet to receive your daily dose of thick cock. You mull over which path you should take on your way to getting cock.
Should I put the lingerie back on? You contemplate with absolute seriousness. You weren't able to show Satoru your laced derriere earlier. It had been a long day of committing a merciless curse holocaust with him, because it was Las Vegas, a city populated solely by long-tongued snakes. Snakes with tongues even longer than Satoru's talented one.
You spare the laced lingerie a glance. Hang a hand on your hip and frown, then wrap a towel around your nudity instead.
I'm not in the mood to strip anyway.
"Satoruuuu~~" you call from the bathroom.
"Bunnnyyyy!!!" Satoru answers your call. You hear sheets rustle as he stands to make his way to the roomy space of your thirty-by-thirty square-footed bathroom. "Need anything, baby?"
He rests a bent arm against the topmost part of the doorway (tall bastard he is) and whistles at your near-bareness. You smirk as he looks you up and down, eyes noticeably pausing at your ass before finally reaching your eyes.
"Enjoying the view?" He nods vigorously. Your face bursts into a happy laugh and Satoru almost forgets the lack of room inside his pants. "Glad you are. But I need you to help me pick an outfit."
"Yeah? What are you gonna try on? Maybe you could try me on for size—" He grins widely as you swipe at him. He lets you hit him. He loves every one of your touches, after all.
"This..." You twirl around in your towel, the white fluffiness of it the only thing even minimally clothing you. Satoru cocks his head in confusion and blinks. That towel is, judged kindly, a mess of a dress. "Or..."
You drop the towel, let it fall to the floor. Satoru's jaw drops with it.
He meets your eyes with a nonplussed smile. It's both a grin and a smile of absolute bafflement.
"...Well? Which one do you prefer?"
"Oh, bunny." He shakes with a bubble of a laugh. His arm falls back to his side and he gives you a crooked, wicked smile as he approaches your nakedness. He speaks with his hands sliding up from your bare ass and further upward to squeeze your hips, "I think you'd look better with me inside you."
You lour at him sourly. Decide to play around a little bit more. "But that's not an outfit, you moron."
"Like I said, you have to try me on—"
"Still not an outfit," you tease.
His hands fly from your hips, and he looks around wildly, thrown into further mystery and confusion. "WELL WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO BE JUDGING THEN?!"
You begin to wheeze at his pinched features and comedic outburst. You yell back at him in between gasping fits of laughter, "WHY... CAN'T YOU... JUST... FUCK ME... ALREADY... HUH?!"
"WELL OKAY THEN GET UP ON THE SINK!" he shouts back at you with the vehement gesticulations of a baboon swinging from tree to tree.
"NO!" you scream back at him. You look up at him with the same love brimming in his eyes. "YOU BRING ME UP THERE, YOU LAZY SHIT!"
"SURE! I'D DO ANYTHING FOR YOUR SWEET PUSSY ANYWAY!"
So he makes you cum in that same bathroom twice, then two more times on each bed of the hotel room. He even begs you to go one last round with him against the wall. As if you could say no to your best man.
You collapse into bed just as dawn breaks the sky open, then wake to each other at noon. Fuck each other well into the afternoon even with the exhaustion of last night's long rendezvouses still hanging over your weary bodies.
