Meet Saoirse Ronan

A couple hours later the door to Mr. Irish's suite opened again and Shannon stumbled outside, her struggling to walk straight, her hair and dress a mess. Mr. Irish looked after her, as she walked back to the elevator. She had been a really good fuck and he had presented her with a small upgrade to her chest, adding two cupsizes to her tits. But of course he never could resit adding a little twist to the mixture. Regardless what dress she would wear, it would have a deep cleavage for everyone to enjoy her new busty chest.

He turned around and tried to think if he wanted to rest a bit before heading out to the city. He just wanted to enter the suite, as the elevator opened again and a young woman stepped outside, talking into her phone.

“Of course I am coming to the party,” she was talking to the person on the other side. “I arrived at the hotel two hours ago, let me get dressed and then I take a cab there.”

Of course it didn't took Mr. Irish a second to recognize Saoirse Ronan, the hot irish actress. “Saoirse Ronan,” he said as she hung up.

She spun around with a small grin. “Someone who pronounces my name right,” she said and waled over to him. “That not happens that often.”

“A Irishman should know how to spell the name of a lovely lady,” Mr. Irish said and watched her come closer. “I'm Mr. Irish.”

“Irish, that is a very fitting name,” she said with a small laugh. “How can I help you?” she asked him.

“Well,” Mr. Irish said and with his hand he touched the actress's head. Her eyes started to glow green and she froze up for a moment. “Maybe we head inside first and have some fun. Then we can talk about that party you mentioned.”

Saoirse nodded and Mr. Irish lead her inside his suite.