Beck shows up at Victoria’s home

The months that had passed after he returned from his business trip to Japan hadn't dimmed the memory of his encounter with Victoria Justice. At 30 he has had his fare share of women but none of them had been like the young singer. Beck vividly remembered the way her slender hot body had felt under his; how her pert B-cup breasts had filled his palms or her tight little pussy heavenly gripping his cock. It wasn't just that she was the most attractive woman he had slept with. It was also the youthful enthusiasm with which she had approached their sex. He knew that her tour had finished a week ago and here he was calling her, wondering if she still remembered their hot little deal.

"Hello Vic, welcome back to LA." He managed to sound casual while thinking how much he wanted to taste her lips again.

"Hi Beck, would you believe me that I haven't stopped thinking about you since Tokyo." Beck didn't know but she was sincere. That night had awakened a new kind of hunger in the young star.

"You thought about me or just about my cock." He teased glad to hear the joy in her voice.

"I thought about both and also about your tongue and your fingers." Her hot whisper served to remind him once again what his fingers tongue and especially cock had done to her. He stifled a lustful groan.

"Look at you, sweet young Victoria Justice talking dirty on the phone." He teased back sure that she was blushing at the moment.

"I need to see you. Can you come by my place?" The eagerness in her voice delighted him with the promise it held.

"I'll be right over." Despite LA's horrendous traffic in less then an hour he was ringing the bell of her door.