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I slowly stood up and extended my hand to Simone. "Your room?" I asked, all other questions now useless.

She gave Nicole a confused look. So many emotions passed through her eyes in a few seconds, even with years of experience at reading people to manipulate them I couldn’t decipher them all. Her raven haired friend hesitated, then simply nodded, blushing, and the Asian woman took my hand. "Yes… It’s… more private…"

I smiled at my wife-to-be and kissed her hair. "Don’t worry honey. I’ll be back right afterward and tell you everything," I promised. She somewhat seemed to relax at this.

As we walked out of the restaurant, Simone holding my harm, we looked like she was the bride. Some people even gave us congratulatory smiles.

"You know I still hate you, right?" she whispered low enough that only I could hear her.

"I believe the correct word is despise." I smiled confidently and thought about how much hotter it would be to just strip her naked and fuck her in front of everyone, but we may not be there yet in terms of what the app would let me get away with. "You know it will not prevent you from enjoying this?" She blushed and made a point of looking as far away from me as she could.

I grinned and moved my arm to grope her ass, making her yelp. She stared daggers at me. "Can’t you at least wait until we are in the elevator?"

"Not if you keep ignoring me."

She gritted her teeth. "Fine. I will probably enjoy this, physically. You’re good looking and you may be good in bed. At least you seem to know how to use your tongue."

I chuckled and called the elevator. "Hey, don’t forget we’re doing all this for my pleasure. Yours is optional. So if you want me to take care of your pussy, you will have to be convincing."

She paled. "Then I guess you expect me to…"

"Blow me, yes." The doors opened and I pushed her inside by putting my hand on her butt. "But more importantly, I want you to use those." I planted my index in her tits, knowing full well that it would probably be the last thing Nicole would see from the table where she was now sitting at alone, as the doors closed on us.

Simone sighed. "I have never…"

"You will learn." I just interrupted her for the second time this evening, which she reacted to with shocked silence. I then put a hand on her chin and raised it up, forcing her to face me. "I will teach you." My other hand went into her cleavage and started fondling her breast. Her dress was tailored in such a way that she didn’t need a bra to keep everything in. "It would be a shame to keep those massive knockers all for yourself."

She was now redder than the flags my conduct would have raised for someone not under the effect of the app. She let out a surprisingly cute little squeak when I pinched her nipple. Apparently, she was quite sensitive. "No, I mean… I have never blown a man either."

My eyes opened wide. I didn’t expect that.

"I’m more used to being on the receiving end," she had to admit. "Have men take care of me."

Well, maybe it was one of the reasons why her ex cheated on her. That, and Opal being such a gorgeous slut. I chuckled. "I will have to teach you that too. Now show me the twins, please."

I could feel she wanted to resist. It didn't take an expert for that. But in the end, she grabbed the straps of her cocktail dress and slipped them sideways.

Oh god, those tits were huge. And soft. And tasty. And beautiful. I spent the rest of the elevator ride weighing, massaging, licking, nibbling, suckling and crushing those two orbs, and I only stopped experimenting with different verbs because Simone moaned "We’re here…"

+10 BS. 10 remaining.

Wow, I didn’t expect to get 10 points from tiddyplay alone. I couldn’t compare this to anything, but I suspected her disdain toward me made the value of any sexual act with her higher.

"You’re right," I replied, focusing back on her. I slid an arm behind her back and the other one underneath her legs to lift her up. In theory, I should only transport my wife this way, but this was too tempting. She was slightly heavier than I expected, though, or most probably I needed to spend more time at the gym if I wanted to pull this off more often.

"Wait, what are you doing?" she protested, trying to hide her massive bare chest behind her crossed slender arms. She was obviously embarrassed as I walked out of the metal box to the left. "And where are you going? My room is on the opposite side!"

"Well, you better guide me if you want to be there before someone sees you," I teased her.

Luckily -for her- we reached our destination without it happening. She searched her handbag frantically and pulled her key card out of it.

"Now we’re in. You can stop being a jerk and put me on my feet."

"Almost," I said, as I went to the king-size bed and had her lie down. As I was bent over her, we remained silent for a few seconds, looking into each other's eyes without moving an inch.

We were both panting heavily. I could tell she was not just staring at me with anger or fear. There was clear lust in there.

I smiled at her, and she finally looked away, blushing, holding her own shoulders so her nipples were still hiden behind her arms. Though most of her massive chest was still in plain sight. "Now what?" she asked.

I stood up and grabbed the nearby phone to put it in her hands. "Now you call the room service and you ask for lube." She tensed up and gave me a weird look. "It’s for your boobs," I had to clarify. "Well, unless the night goes really well."

She hastily dialed the number for the hotel’s private line, probably motivated by the idea of not having to listen to me for a short time.