Head Straight To Your Room

As delightful a possibility as fucking Emma Stone or Anya Taylor-Joy, you couldn't help but be drawn to your private room and personal introduction to the resort that waited for you. After all, you weren't entirely sure you were up for so public and friendly a display so early in your visit to the resort. That didn't stop you from ogling Emma as strode past you, your eyes following her rear end as it swayed past you, her lightly freckled hips, drawing your gaze deeper towards those supple cheeks and delicious spring that came with each spritely bounce. As you ventured down the corridor, you smiled politely whilst admiring Anya's deepthroating skills, remarking to yourself that the celebrities must be exceptionally profecient at this point and time. Turning the corner, you arrive at your hotel room and the perverse possibilities that wait within.