Fourteen months later.

Fourteen months have passed. Once again, you are in Room E28, Floor 2, Building 78. Once again, you are smiling happily, bouncing up and down, a dick tight in your clasping pussy. Lips suctioned to your nipple, pulling at it with teeth, hands clenched to your thighs. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your arching back against the wall, feet locked behind his back. You moan softly with each breath. Your hips buck frantically, grinding your clit against his pelvis. He groans, "I'm cumming. Let me cum in your mouth!" He lets you go and you fall to your knees, open mouthed, eager.