Brazilian Heat

I strained to hear what she said, but she repeated it.

“Yeah,” I said beaming my most disarming smile. “I definitely keep up.” With that I glanced subtly down to my crotch area where my dick was still making a dent in my jeans. She followed my eyes down and right there on the middle of the dance floor. Gently rubbed her hand over my package. Sending volts of electricity through me. It even felt like I grew harder at her touch.

“U keep up here.” She said pointing to the dance floor. “Can u keep u everywhere?”

“Do you want to find out?” I asked.

“Si.” She said and grabbed my hand leading me off the dance floor towards the exit.

As she pulled me through the crowd I looked back towards the bar area where I could see my boys high-fiving each other while giving me the thumbs up sign.

We stepped out side in the balmy air and the sweat slowly began drying on my skin. We went past the patrons trying to get in and walked towards my hotel.

As soon as we got inside the elevator she pushed me back against the wall and began kissing me. She was very aggressive like a dude. Her tongue darted to the back of throat, all along the inside of my mouth. Her aggressiveness turned me on even more. One hand held the back of my head while the other tugged at my belt and the buttons of my jeans. I held on with both hands to the railing as she took charge. The elevator came to a stop. By now her hands had found there way into my pants and she had wrapped her delicate fingers around my cock. Slowly pulling on in it in a downwards motion. I had to hold on to my pants so that it wouldn’t fall. I pulled the key out and prodded her in the direction I wanted her to go.

In front of my door I grabbed a handful of tits and squeezed. She yelped with delight. I slid my key into the door and waited for the green light to go off. Before entering. She led the way inside as I followed her.

Before the door even closed she turned around and pushed me back against it causing me to slam it shut.