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5. Welcome to Rio

As soon as they landed in Rio DeJanero, Brazil, they were hustled into a sleek black limousine and driven off to the hotel. All else had been taken care of. The hotel building was an upper class place with clean white walls and a swimming pool in the back. Just standing before it, it was obvious that it was for the richer kind of tourists. The band manager dealt with reception while the dancers and band went to the glass elevator, getting in and pressing the button for the uppermost floor. Estrella leaned against the glass, watching the floor get farther away as they ascended. Upon reaching the top, the doors opened and they piled out, eight pairs of feet plodding across the luxuriously soft, red carpet. The band had rented the entire floor in advance, so they had every room to themselves, not to mention the view. From the floor to ceiling windows in the main area they had just stepped out of the elevator into, Estrella could see a multitude of buildings, and the huge, iconic Jesus statue. The girls were shown to different rooms, however they were right next to each other. As she reached her room, Estrella took in the door. It was a dark brown colour, and in brass at eye level the number '205' was spelled out. She opened the door. Within the large room, a king sized bed resided at the centre. Beautiful side tables adorned either side of the bed. A built in closet with sliding doors dominated the right wall, whilst the left had another door, similar to the door to the room, which was probably an ensuite. Estrella collapsed onto the massive bed. It was covered in a thick, white, feather doona. The sheets were soft and clean, and the fluffy pillows devoid of stains. Estrella smiled contently as she layed down into the squishy softness. She felt sleepy, as though she might drift off into a slumber, still not having shaken the after effects of her huge alcohol consumption. All of a sudden, a knock sounded at the door. Her eyes slowly opened, and she called reluctantly,
"come in." The wooden door could be heard as it opened, and then closed. Without looking, Estrella said, "What's up?". Duff's voice answered,
"Well I was about to ask if you'd like to come out and hang out with everyone, but you look comfy there." He sounded slightly amused. She felt the bed beside her sink under his weight. He had sat down on her right. Estrella glanced at him. He took off his cowboy boots and then fell back against the pillows in a relaxed fashion.
"Not to be rude, but what are you doing?" Estrella gazed at him,
"Laying down." He said, making her roll her eyes.
"Yeah but this is my bed." She stated, still looking straight at him. He raised an eyebrow and locked gazes with her. His eyes were a warm, mischievous brown.
"Oh yeah?" He questioned,
"Yeah." She smiled a little, wondering where he was going with this.
"Well you want me out of the way right?" He assumed. She stared for a second, then stated,
"No- not really." Duff raised his eyebrows and gave her an expression as if waiting for her to tell him she was joking. She smiled gently, then told him
"But if you wanna park your ass here, there's a tax." He smirked sexily, making her insides turn to jelly. Duff had a way of making her lose her inhibitions. He was rather good at that.
"Ah yeah?" He questioned. Estrella reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it off of him completely and running her hands along his smooth chest. His pale skin was soft and warm as her fingers graced its surface. He reached for his waistband and Estrella for hers. They both kicked off their pants quickly, and now bare bottomed, lifted the covers and got under them. Duff moved his hand down to her pussy, roving his fingers along her, then beginning to rub gently, in a circular motion. This drove her crazy, and she could feel his hard on pressing against her thigh. She was getting wetter by the second. Duff inserted a finger, then another, dragging them in and out of her tight little tunnel. She moaned and bucked against his hand. Duff climbed on top of her and positioned himself at the entrance. He pushed his hips towards her painfully slowly. Estrella grabbed at his fluffy blonde hair, tugging gently,
"Oh! Duff!!" She moaned. He went in just another little bit, and then another. Her head span with desire and the remnants of the alcohol.
He was halfway there and Estrella was burning for more. She bucked her hips, trying to get him to fill her. He pulled up as she did, so that she got nowhere, then continued to pull all the way back out. He started again at her entrance. Estrella was just about ready to scream for it by then, and he was still going painfully slow. She felt a tear of frustration slip down her cheek. Finally, he made it all the way in. She whimpered. Duff took this as encouragement and began tearing in and out of her very fast, sending her screaming in pleasure. "Ahh Duff!" She moaned sensually. His blonde hair tickled at her face and he grunted at the effort as he pounded her again and again. in and out, in, out. Duff never seemed to tire. Finally, she felt herself spasm around his shaft, orgasming violently. Pleasure rippled through her. Still, she orgasmed.
"Ahh! Ah no!!" Duff let out a deep throated moan, orgasming himself. She felt his hot seed shoot up inside her, sending her orgasming again.
"Ohh! Duff!" She exclaimed loudly, he pulled out. There was a short pause for breath, and then;
"Please tell me you're on the pill?" He sounded worried, and a little out of breath.
"Needle." She panted, tapping her upper arm. He looked into her eyes as he hovered above her.
"Know how you said you're into me on the plane?" He asked, and she stared back up at him, not answering. "I think I'm into you, too." Duff said, then leaned in and kissed her, and Boy was he a good kisser. Butterflies exploded in her belly, every nerve in her body on high alert. Her lips moved on his perfectly in sync, and her mind felt foggy. She had not a care in the world at that moment, and Duff was the one who brought her that feeling. He pulled away and she smiled at him, leaning up and kissing him on the tip of his nose. Duff was too perfect for his own good.