The atmosphere in the hotel room is much the same as before, but there is an added layer of tension, a charged electricity in the air. Susan feels her nerves buzzing as she stands before him, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He stands behind her, shielded from her view, and she has no idea, what he will do next.
David senses her apprehension and steps closer, pushing his front to her back, his hands gently touching her shoulders. "Are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice strict. "If you want to back out, the time is now."
Susan nods affirmatively, her eyes, that look directly into the camera, showing a mixture of determination and vulnerability. "Yes, I want this. I need this. Urgently."
David softly kisses her neck, his lips warm and reassuring.
"We'll go slow. Just stand still and relax. I'll do the rest," he whispers, his hands moving to undress her with practiced ease. Susan feels her inhibitions melting away with each layer of garment, replaced by a growing sense of desire.
First, he removes her coat and skirt, moving on to her blouse. Slowly, he unbuttons it, heightening Susan's anticipation. As the soft fabric slides down her shoulders and arms, caressing her softly, a fierce shudder shakes her body.
He pulls her chemise over her head and unclasps her bra, revealing her completely nude torso to the worldwide audience. He pauses to let this thought sink in. Susan closes her eyes, blushing from embarrassment.
He cups her breasts from behind, gently squeezing her soft fleshy orbs. He moves his lips directly next to her ear, and whispers.
"You are mine, completely. You know that?"
She nods meekly.
"Say it loud!"
"I am completely yours! You can do to me whatever you want!" she nearly shouts.
"Yes, that's true. And if I should choose to stop now, to have you stand here all night, without release, then there is nothing you can do about it."
"No, please," she whines. "Please, I need it."
He waits a few heartbeats, until he continues to undress her. Finally revealing her nice, neatly trimmed, honey-colored beaver to the camera.
As he removes her panties as her last piece of garment, a stubborn sticky string of clear liquid clings to the small cloth, ripping only when it nearly reaches her knees.
Devoid of any clothes, he leads her to the bed.
Cody is overly excited. While watching Susan being undressed, he removed his own pants and shirt, sitting on the bed only in his boxers. He had put up a clearly visible tent. A glistening wet spot marks the point, where the tip of his penis presses against the shorts from the inside.
Sarah smirks, quickly reaches over, and violently grabs his shaft.
"Ouch! What's that for?" he cries.
"Just a reminder," she chuckles. "Don't dare to stain my bed! Or you'll regret it."
She squeezes some more, to make him remember her warning.
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