A Look Around The Hotel

Room 723

The door to the suite shut slowly and softly. By the time the click sounded, Yelena had grabbed Graham by his suit lapels to pull him against her front before slamming her back against the room's wall. While doing so, she attacked his mouth, kissing him hot and deep. Despite the trip to the room and the teen's apparent intentions, Graham's eyes went wide as he attempted to sputter with a wandering tongue down his throat.

Managing to extract his mouth, a momentary expression of uncertainty and confusion crossed Graham’s face. Continuing their discussion in the hallway and elevator, the older man brought his reservations again.

“You could have ended up having sex with a total gold digger if I hadn't valiantly stepped in. If anything, your niece should be thanking me for this," Yelena declared with a playful smile.

The blonde minx followed her statement by wrapping her left arm around his neck, mashing those heaving teenaged tits of hers firmly against his chest. As their matching gray orbs stared into one another, Yelena could practically read the tale told by Graham's brain processing. In order to speed up his decision, she brought his hand up to cup her ample breast.

Needing no further encouragement, Graham lowered his lips to meet hers. Simultaneously, he squeezed her big tit hungrily, reveling in the feel of her soft but firm flesh molding hotly in his fingers as she helped him squeeze, pressing his palm deeply into her hard nipple. Seeking to tighten her grip, Yelena lifted her right leg, showing off her flexibility as she wrapped it around Graham’s waist.

Graham responded in a heartbeat, cupping the bottom of the dancer’s toned ass. The combined moves **** the teen higher in his grip while bringing her bulging bosom closer to his face. Neither broke their passionate, tongue-darting kiss. Instead, Graham’s free hand slipped down to slide along her thin waist. With a firm grip on her ass and waist, Graham held the petite dancer high enough to easily break off their kiss and focus his lips and tongue along her exposed neck.

Stroking the side of his face tenderly, Yelena proceeded to push his mouth down from her neck to the exposed swell of her cleavage. Using a little hop into the air, the blonde added her left leg to the equation, wrapping both legs just under his butt. With her back firmly supported against the wall, Graham’s hands suddenly became free to roam. In a flash, they palmed the petite dancer’s D-cups. Squeezing, massaging, and kneading the tempting teenage flesh through her gold lace corset dress caused Yelena to toss her head from side to side against the wall as she moaned loudly.

"Ooooooh...you should have just taken me in the elevator. Fucked me where anyone could walk in.”

“Never gonna happen,” Graham replied, his voice slightly muffled by her mounds.

“I bet I could make you,” Yelena shot back, acting like a jockey as she spurred him on with her sharp heels. “Let’s go back outside and fuck.”

Desiring that fuck, Yelena’s hand dropped down to deftly unbuckle Graham’s belt. Next came the unbuttoning and unzipping. Pushing her hand down into the void, she reached into his underwear. As her slender fingers wrapped around the hardening cock, Yelena issued a triumphant grin and cheer.

“My, my, that’s a mighty fine piece of meat.”

Alternating between clenching said cock between her fist or pawing around it and his full pair of balls, Yelena worked herself into a frenzy. Her hands tugged so frantically to get at more of the big dick that Graham worried she might actually succeed in tearing his underwear and pants.

“I think it’s time you took a break,” Graham stated, pulling her uncooperative hands away.

“A break? I don’t think so,” Yelena replied.

Ignoring her, Graham reached up to pull down one dress strap. When he went for the other, Yelena slapped his hand away.

“No! Stop being so calm. I came up here for a legendary fucking, not some slow, romantic crap,” Yelena declared. “Show some passion. Give me the Big Dick Diamond experience. I want hard, fast, and dirty.”

The blonde temptress became further agitated when the man before her gave off a soft chuckle.

“I think you picked the wrong brother, little lady. This Diamond doesn’t need to treat you like a slut to give pleasure. I’m the flip side of the coin,” Graham proclaimed.

His supreme confidence caused Yelena to waver in her argument. Thrown off for a second, the dancer didn’t resist as Graham pried her legs off him. Then, with a wink, he dropped down to his knees. Reaching underneath the black miniskirt portion of her outfit, Graham expected to find a pair of panties, likely a skimpy thong. Instead, he found nothing,

“No underwear?” he asked, arching a judgmental eyebrow.

“I…took them off before I made my move,” the teen admitted, unsure why she revealed one of her standard moves.

"Well, it does save a second and a half," Graham pointed out sarcastically.

However, before Yelena could issue a snappy comeback to the older man, Graham surprised her with his strength. Grabbing the teen's thighs, he lifted her up, using the wall for leverage. One leg, then the other went over his shoulders. Next, he grabbed her waist with his hands, bracing her. Moving into a squatting position, Graham proceeded to turn her to the side before duck-walking her to the nearby door to the hallway.

“Wha…What are you doing?!” Yelena squealed.

“You said you wanted it as public as possible,” Graham reminded with a grin as Yelena’s head settled against the peephole.

Once again, Graham's move cut off her reply. This time, it came from his head slipping under the bottom of her miniskirt. If Yelena had expected a cock-ravaging burst of fucking, she'd been strongly mistaken. And if she expected something similar with a tongue, she'd clearly misjudged the differences in brothers. Graham believed in slow and steady compared to Harvey's fast and powerful. He also believed in teasing his lovers to the point of driving them crazy.

The secret to good pussy eating is the tease. Anyone can dive in and tongue-fuck a pussy. Even a hapless brute can. Bringing about the acute arousal that leads to a mind-blowing orgasm is a form of art, much like playing an instrument.

So, no fingers or tongue plunged straight inside Yelena's needy kitty. Rather, a flattened tongue ran a long, leisurely lick from the top of her slit to the bottom. Graham began to lick all around her outer labia, tasting her succulent juices. While doing so, the more experienced lover avoided any direct contact with her pussy to enhance the teasing.

The tantalizing brushes had Yelena squirming on Graham’s shoulders.

“Stop…tormenting…me!” Yelena wheezed.

Throwing the overconfident teenager a bone, Graham moved in to suck her inner labia into his mouth. Of course, giving her everything she wanted wouldn't be proper. So he merely brushed her clit with his tongue for almost ten passes.

“Eat me, you bastard. Eat me!” Yelena screamed between gasps for air.

Deciding that she’d learned a lesson, Graham dove in. He sucked her clit into his mouth, gently tapping it with the tip of his tongue. Next, he slid a finger inside, pistoning in and out while he devoured her clit. The escalation appeared to do the trick as Yelena began to writhe on his shoulders as she spat out encouragement.

"Oh, yeah! Just like that! Oh, fuck!!" the Sugarbee shrieked, grabbing fistfuls of blond hair while humping her pussy against his face.

Abandoning any control, Yelena bounced all around as her thighs closed like a vice against Graham’s head. That caused enough trouble in breathing that he wondered if she might suffocate him. So he went in for the kill shot, gently biting her clit between his teeth while pushing his tongue hard against the tip.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oooh, FUUUCCCKKKK!!!” Yelena screamed as the floodgates opened, sending her juices in a squirt into Graham’s mouth.

Frida paused on the other side of the door with the keycard in her hand. Blinking her eyes in wonderment, a thin smile formed. Good for you, Grammy.

“Hmm, perhaps I was premature in turning that nice gentleman down,” Frida mused, slipping her keycard back into her purse. “Maybe if he’s still in the bar, I’ll take up his offer of company.”

Coming down from the orgasmic high, Yelena returned to the real world as Graham shifted positions while his pants dropped to the floor before getting kicked away. His hot breath no longer blew past her treasured gates but along the side of her craned neck. A long, pulsing piece of flesh lay across the teen’s thigh.

"I want you to fuck me right here. Against the door,” Yelena ordered, her gray eyes blazing with lust.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Graham questioned with an amused smile as he bent down to line his large rock-hard dick up to the desired spot.

The next stage of satisfaction occurred for Yelena when his throbbing cock slid inside her smoldering pussy. A brief smirk of gratification crossed her face before the touch of a long, hard cock slowly sinking deep into her hot, tight pussy washed away her smugness. Inch by glorious inch penetrated the experienced blonde’s seductive pussy, causing her to barely breath at the new sensations.

“Big…so big,” Yelena panted as Graham’s lengthy member settled into a depth never explored before. “K-Knew it.”

While not the thickness of his older brother’s legendary cock, Graham’s own version of the Big Dick Diamond made up for it with length and a slight curve which brought a unique feeling to women. Once firmly embedded to its hilt, Graham reacquired a firm hold of Yelena’s tight ass. Pulling back as far as he could in the awkward standing position, the younger Diamond brother plunged forward. Repeating the move over and over, Graham pummeled the former gymnast’s body against the door, causing it to shake and rattle while her body rolled to pleasurable heights.

“Harder….more….faster!” Yelena panted. Her voice barely registered to her focused lover, but it caused considerable reactions to the people passing by in the hallway.

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Room 712

“You see? That is why we should’ve taken the elevator!”

A head cocked to the side as Sienna pulled out her keycard. The two girls had walked up from the sixth floor. While passing a room at the end of the hallway, they’d seen a door banging and heard the moans and shrieks behind it.

"Exercise? I don't need exercise, nor am I tired from walking up one flight of stairs," the haughty blonde proclaimed before gesturing down at her long dress. "Do you realize how hard it is to climb the stairs in this dress? Or how dirty that short trip got the ends?"

A half-shrug replied.

“Well, you should care. What if those people had left their door open or were doing THAT in the hallway?!” Sienna exclaimed, unlocking their door.

Rylee clicked her tongue with a daring expression.

“I am not a prude!” her best friend defended, storming into their suite. When Sienna turned back, she saw the petite golden blonde cross her legs, zip her mouth shut, and slide on an imaginary ring. “You take that back, Ryls! I am not joining Prudence Goodley’s Purity Club.”

Rylee gestured over her shoulder before forming a steeple with her fingers.

"I am not picky. Fine, I am. But I won't settle for a nobody," the ice queen declared. "Unzip me."

Rylee shook her head before turning her back to her BFF. She knew better than to unzip Sienna first. If she did, the self-centered blonde might take forever to return the help. Once she felt her less elaborate dress loosen, Rylee waited to do the same until Sienna grumbled the magic word.

A scrunched-up face, along with a shake of her head to the side, stopped Sienna in her tracks.

“Well, of course, I’m not normal. Why would I ever want to be like everyone else?”

Rylee tossed her hand in the air.

“I am happy. No, don’t start this again. I don’t need a date to be happy,” Sienna insisted as she walked over to her room’s door.

Rylee did the same by her door, but she wasn't finished with the conversation yet.

“A boyfriend?!” Sienna exclaimed.

However, the ice queen didn’t say another word as she watched a series of gestures.

“I am not going to ask Lacey Stratton for help! Why? Because I don’t need her help,” Sienna spat in indignation. “For you? No, no, I won’t allow it.”

Stubbornly, Rylee responded by forming a heart with her hands.

“By St. Valentine’s Day?” Sienna repeated before her eyes narrowed. “What’s with all this nonsense? Are you drunk? Rylee, are you? Who did it? Was it Fletcher? Oh, I bet it was. That’s why you don’t dance with my cousin.”

Shaking her head at the accusation, Rylee entered her bedroom, leaving Sienna alone in a huff. Finally, she spun around to march into her section of the suite. Both girls left the doors facing each other open. They never kept any secrets from one another.

First, Sienna reached up to untie her semi-transparent emerald cape. She removed the long, wide material and held it up in front of her. I don’t care how much Fletch teases me about it. A cape is regal, and only I can pull it off.

Next, she pulled off her elaborate gown, leaving only her underwear and high heels on. A vain young woman, Sienna couldn’t help admiring how the emerald embroidered demi-bra showcased her large pair of breasts. And when she turned around to study her tightly toned ass in the mirror, the ice queen thawed slightly at how fabulous it looked in the matching patching pair of boy short panties.

In the other room and stripped down to her underwear, Rylee peered from around the bed to see Sienna studying her ass from behind. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, the golden blonde knew she'd hit a bullseye. Her lifelong best friend desperately needed to find a date by Valentine's Day, or she'd crack.

So, while Rylee pulled out a comfortable, warm-looking two-piece set of pajamas, Sienna unhooked her bra. Unable to stop herself again, the uptight teen gently cupped her large D-cup breast. The feel of her thumb brushing softly against her pale pink nipple caused a slight hiss. Oh, how she'd love for a deserving man to perform the same move. It's too bad Honey Hollow is filled with mainly undeserving boys!

BUZZ BUZZ

With an annoyed sigh, Sienna strode to the dresser to snatch her phone. Reading the message, she shook her head in exasperation and confusion. Then, after slamming the phone back down, she put on her frilly negligee, turned off the lights, and slid between the sheets.

In the darkness, Sienna heard Rylee clear her throat but ignored it. Then came the softest sounds of fingers tapping from the other bedroom.

“Who was it? Your drinking buddy!” Sienna snapped at the shadows. “He wanted to gloat that my scheme to keep girls away from him failed. I don’t know what scheme! Whatever. He found some tramp to hook up with and wanted me to know.”

A sigh came, then another.

“I didn’t do anything to Fletch, Ryls. I didn’t!” Sienna insisted truthfully. “My damn cousin always thinks people are out to get him if girls don’t swoon when he talks to them.”

A giggle fit followed.

“No, I don’t think the same about me!” Sienna protested as Rylee’s giggle increased in volume. “I do not. Shut up and go to bed. You’re clearly drunk or something. It turns you into a chatterbox.”

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Room 509

The music hit, filling the hotel room.

"I wanna freak you," came softly from the speakers of Bianca's phone a total of eight times as she prepared her performance.

Mouthing the four words, a small, impish smile curved Bianca's beautiful, full lips ever so slightly.

"You want me to dance for you, Penn?" the Sugarbee captain asked with a fake innocence in her voice as she swayed a little closer to the legendary cheer captain’s son.

Seducing the former Shelly Penfold’s son to the sugarside would be quite the feather in her cap, and Bianca planned to revel in it. Everyone connected to their parents' cliques knew about Penn Wexler’s two fetishes: blonde and a cheerleader. Bianca represented the exact opposite in both categories.

With Bianca as the conductor of this performance, she'd moved the room's armchair directly in the middle of the room's window. The large panes of glass overlooked the front of the hotel. So, with the curtains pulled open, it would be entirely possible for a person in the parking garage or a janitor in the nearby office building to catch the forthcoming events. As Bianca swayed slowly to the music, almost as if warming up, Penn looked her up and down. Ogling her, really. Every inch of her. Slowly, from head to heeled toe. Taking in every magnificent curve of the dancer's honed figure. The dark-haired teen wore a velvet, off-the-shoulder mini-dress with long sleeves. Featuring a low-cut front with padded cups to push her large breasts up and out further, the stretchy material hugged her toned dancer's body to draw eyes to its mesh design.

“Every time I close my eyes, I wake up feeling so horny,” Bianca sang the song’s opening lyrics. “I can't get you outta my mind. Sexin' you be all I see.”

Although from their parents’ generation, Penn and Bianca were familiar with the song. In particular, Carmella had recommended Jodeci as she and her friends had used the group’s playlist successfully many times in dance routines and seductions. And as Shelly loved throwing parties, Penn had grown up with that era’s songs blaring around the house or in the backyard.

Bianca started by slowly moving her hips in time with the song’s instrumentals. Next, her legs and arms joined in, gently undulating her body. Her hands found skin exposed by the off-the-shoulder dress. Digging ever so slightly in her flesh, they slide down the front of the stretchy material, passing over the large hills on her chest, down the flat lands of her stomach, until reaching the hidden cavern barely covered by the extremely short dress.

With an ultra-confident smile, Bianca turned around to look over her shoulder at him. While doing so, she bent just enough to stick out her toned ass, swaying it hypnotically at her target. Turning up the heat, her hands drifted down to her hips and ran over those tight ass cheeks.

What must I say?
What must I do?
To show how much
I think about freek'n you
What must I say?
What must I do?
To show how much
I think about freek'n you

Halfway through the lines, Bianca spun around to face him again. No longer did she just dance; the dark-haired vixen also played along with the song's lyrics. She acted out the questions so delightfully that Penn briefly wondered if she also performed in plays as part of her school's Drama Club. The speculation faded quickly as he stared at the ass that kept peeking at him whenever she moved to dance with her side to him.

Suddenly, the dance captain slapped her ass hard. The loud smacking sound caused Penn to snap backward. And while he sat up straighter, Bianca showed off her speed and agility by leaping onto his lap.

“Oh, I could go on for days, but I couldn't go on for weeks. I can even play with another body. But it wouldn't last 'cause I'm a freak.” Bianca sang while reaching behind Penn to grip the back of the armchair. Her hair briefly fell over his face until she snapped her head back, sending it flying behind her.

"Oh, everything you say. Turned on by everything you do. And at night, when I close my eyes. I only dream of freek'n you," Bianca continued. With this round of lines, she placed her hands on each of his shoulders and stared deep into his blue eyes while riding up and down on his lap. Although they were still clothed, the simulated fucking heated up the temperatures and desires within their bodies.

"Tonight, I need your body. Tonight, you got my time,” Bianca breathlessly added, rotating her hips in small circles above his lap. Then, she pushed out her flat stomach to meet his as she arched her back, running one hand through her dark hair while using the other to stay perched on Penn’s saddle.

A spark of electricity flashed in Bianca's green eyes as she felt the familiar bulge of a hard cock beneath her. Penn didn't feel like a slouch, either, not with how rock-hard and area-encompassing his solid shaft felt.

"Tonight, you won't be sorry. Tonight, you got my mind," Penn carried on, cutting off Bianca's performance. For an encore, he leaned forward to capture her lips between his.

The dance captain swiftly pulled back. Bianca wagged her finger in Penn's face, showing she wasn't thrilled about having her performance taken over.

"You know you're not supposed to touch when you're getting a lap dance,” Bianca stated before leaning closer to whisper into his ear. "You're supposed to just watch me get naked for you."

Penn drew in a sharp breath as Bianca rose and shimmied her body while maintaining eye contact with him. Then, rolling her hips and swaying her heaving body in time with the music, Bianca moved slightly over until she faced the window. With a curious scan outside to see if someone might have watched, the dancer turned back to face her confirmed audience of one. Brushing back her hair behind her ears, Bianca arched her back to push out her magnificent tits, the same ones that strained against the dress's stretchy material.

Then, crisscrossing her arms, Bianca reached up to each edge of the off-the-shoulder dress. A gentle tug brought the dress arms down about an inch. The move only incrementally lowered the central section, which already barely covered the swells of her large breasts.

"I'm not sure you want to see me," Bianca stated with a fake pout.

"I want to see! Fuck, do I ever want to see!" Penn reassured her emphatically while shooting forward in his seat.

Bianca held in an amused, triumphant chuckle. Gawd, guys are so easy to control.

Although the song ended and the next one began, Bianca barely noticed. At this point, all she needed were the beats to move to. Tugging at the arms of the dress, the tight, stretchy material slowly shimmied down. Penn gulped as the slopes of her full, heavy breasts appeared. It didn’t take long before he had the entire view of her olive-toned breasts and the dark nipples that sat on top of a pair of incredible tits.

Having done multiple versions of this striptease in the past, Bianca automatically arched her back for effect. With her tits thrust forward, she continued to peel the tight dress down her body, exposing more and more skin until all that remained were her tiny pair of black panties. She kept that garment on for now as her hands raised to bunch up her luxurious, black locks while she shook her hips.

Swaying to the music, Bianca ran her hands down her face, past her neck, and onto her large tits, cupping the succulent mounds and squeezing briefly before she ran her hands down her stomach to the tops of her legs. Inching ever closer to her tingling pussy, Bianca slid her fingers underneath the band of her panties.

A natural exhibitionist, Bianca turned around. With her ass the center of attention, she wriggled it while ever so slowly lowering it by the tiniest increment with each wiggle. Eventually, it lowered enough that Penn caught glimpses of Bianca’s pink petals.

Suddenly, Bianca kicked her foot backward, sending the pair of panties directly into Penn’s face. With a pleased chuckle at her accuracy, Bianca swung around and dropped to the floor. Penn barely noticed the move at first as he’d spent a moment breathing in the sweet scent of the damp panties.

Wearing a wanton, hungry expression, Bianca crawled on all fours until she reached his legs. Slithering up the chair and his lap, the seductive vixen unsnapped the button of his pants. After the unzipping came the unveiling, and Bianca liked what came out from behind the curtain of his boxers.

"See something you like?" Penn asked, enjoying her pleased expression.

“I’ll see you later,” Bianca promised, pulling his pants off before raising herself enough to straddle his thighs.

Taking a firm grip on his suit coat, Bianca yanked it down enough to imprison his arms. With Penn helpless, she reached up to his tie and said he could leave it on for now. Finally, her hands took hold of his dress shirt and gave it such a violent tug that several buttons popped off, flying across the room.

“Are you sure you want this?” Bianca asked, leaning mouth near his cheek. “They say sugar delivers a delicious rush but is also bad for you. And I’m going to be very bad for you, Penn.”

“Show me how bad,” Penn encouraged.

“Okay,” Bianca sang sassily. “But don’t blame me when you only go after dance skirts from now on.”

Hovering about her destination, Bianca positioned the joystick to the proper spot before descending. Both of them hissed at the feeling of her tight pussy sinking down his above-average cock. For Bianca, there wouldn’t be any of that adjusting to his cock nonsense. Immediately upon going as far as possible, she lifted herself back up as she rode his cock energetically.

Every powerful plunge caused her big tits to bounce around hypnotically in front of Penn’s gaze. Her lewd moans went up and down in pitch in accordance with her movements. The feel of his hard dick almost sliding out before filling her so amazingly deep again proved that selecting Penn was a wise choice tonight.

On the other end of the connection, Penn could barely believe this was happening. It was unfathomable how he only ended up in this spot because of Lacey's orders to dance with a Sugarbee, not a cheerleader. Crossing the taboo line between the two squads felt so forbidden. Here he had not only the current dance captain but also Lacey's archrival, riding his dick like a wanton slut. And she looked fucking hot while doing so.

“All night. This is all mine,” Bianca declared, almost as if reading his mind while she gestured down to their coupling with her hand.

That declaration didn't find an argument from Penn. Instead, he took in her beautiful face and those wondrous tits that shook, rattled, and rolled with her impaled on his cock. Equally pleased with both her assets, her current position only allowed Bianca to show off her bosom and show it off she would to the maximum.

Moving her hands back up to her hair, the dance captain slid her fingers through the dark locks. She knew this position would flaunt her tits even more. So she took pride in the way Penn pretty much drooled over them.

Yet, Penn couldn’t stand by and merely watch any longer. No, he needed to feel those luscious tits. So, with great effort, he wriggled his arms out of his suit. It was a difficult move as Bianca bounced around wildly on his lap. Finally, his hands shot up to cup those perfect D-cups. They squeezed the soft but firm flesh so hard that his fingers disappeared into the pliant globes as he pushed them into her chest and up. Now an active participant in their fucking, Penn wasn’t going sit there like a dead fish any longer. His hips thrust up to meet every one of Bianca’s plunges down onto him.

“Mmmh, that’s right, Penny. Maul my sugary tits while I fuck myself on your big cock,” Bianca moaned, knowing nearly every guy she’d met loved a woman to talk dirtily while fucking.

“You might…ugh…have the best…SHIT…best tits ever!” Penn complimented as she seemed to ratchet her riding up another notch.

Although spurred on by his words, Bianca doubted that was true…for now. With a dirty smirk, she promised the ultimate test later in the night.

“Wait until I wrap my…ooh…tits around your big dick, Wexler. You’ll…ahh…never go back to those cheer bitches.”

As if to prove her point and dominance further, Bianca shifted around. Her hands left her hair, moving down behind her back to brace herself on Penn's knees. Of course, while the new position gave her better leverage to ride his dick, it also thrust her tits up and out for greater effect.

A veteran cowgirl, Bianca showed off her saddle skills while bucking wildly up Penn’s prodding rod. The soft creak of the wooden armchair began to sound as it shimmied gently beneath the passionate sex happening on top of it. The whining of the wood mixed lewdly with the soft yet heartfelt moans of the sexy Sugarbee as she bounced up and down the cheer prince’s cock. The creaks started to grow louder with each rocking of Bianca’s hips back and forth on the pistoning cock. Their heavy breathing also increased in volume and frequency.

“So good. So fucking good!” Penn moaned, his hand continuing to paw away at her heaving mounds of flesh.

“Really?” Bianca gasped between moans. “Show me…how much you want your dick inside…this pussy.”

The feel of his spear slamming deep inside Bianca felt so fucking good that she ignored the way the armchair shook back and forth. It creaked alarmingly as Penn’s pole fucked hard into her nether regions. Opening her lust-glazed eyes, Bianca stared hornily down at her latest lover as she ran her hands up over her big, jiggling tits, pushing his hands away.

With his hand slipped down to her waist for a better grip, Bianca purred erotically as her body pulsed with pleasure from the thick cock impaling her each time she rose swiftly and fell forcefully. The pace of their fucking continued relentlessly with their enthusiastic lust.

The chair cried out in mercy under the relentless pounding that followed. They both heard the bang of its back hitting the window. However, the sound of the creaking morphing into cracking flew past the distracted lovers.

Suddenly, Bianca’s body began to tingle all over. Her steaming pussy felt an electric surge building. Electric bolts exploded, seemingly sending themselves to every nook and cranny of her body. The overwhelming pleasure of an intense orgasm hitting caused her world to spin as the wooden legs beneath them seemed to do the same.

A scream of bloody **** burst out of Bianca’s open mouth as her back arched with the explosion. Pure ecstasy and rapture caused every nerve to burn as her pussy clenched down hard, locking Penn’s dick in a vise-like grip, causing his cockhead to expand suddenly.

Unbelievably, Penna and Bianca orgasmed within seconds of one another. A third party joined in when the front legs of the armchair snapped apart. The piece of furniture’s **** caused them to tumble out of the chair, with Bianca landing on her back. To increase the incredible odds, Penn’s semi-hard cock found itself still embedded in the dancer’s pussy.

“If you…wanted on top…you could’ve…just asked,” Bianca managed to stammer out between laughs.

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Rooms 318 & 320

“What about Charlie?” Delilah suggested. “He’s kind of an ass, but it sounds like he knows what to do.”

“Where did you hear that? Unless he’s made dramatic strides in the last year, I don’t think you want to waste your time,” Caterina stated, looking over at the other bed. “I still think you need to strongly consider a college guy home on winter break.”

"I'm not jumping on any guy's…dick," Kaitlin replied, lowering her voice to a whisper at the last word. She wasn't prudish but glanced through the connecting door to ensure Yumi wasn't listening. "I don't need a rebound fuck to get over Palmer."

“Yes, you do,” Cat insisted. “What you don’t need is another boyfriend for the rest of the semester. Start free and clear at college.”

Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don't wanna miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not planning on going solo

Suddenly, the noise in Room 320 went silent before a shout and giggles followed.

“You should’ve ended it on yo-yo to throw YoYo off!” Kizzy exclaimed as they could hear Zara getting teased instead.

“What about Percy?” Delilah continued, once Cat gestured to ignore the girls in the other room. Percy would be the fifth name up for discussion so far.

“He’s a Cancer,” Dreama announced from her spot on a chair in the corner by the window.

"Percy is kind of full of himself, but I wouldn't call him cancer. He's not the worst guy in our class," Delilah stressed.

"No, I meant his sign is Cancer," Dreama clarified. "You're not matching Kaitlin's astrological sign correctly.

Unable to help it, Aurora fell into a giggling fit at Dreama's rationale. Despite Cat kicking at her to knock it off after a few minutes, Rory only stopped when the door to the hallway whipped open.

Roxanne, Robin, and Zoey struggled to push a queen-sized mattress through the door. It came from across the hall in Room 319. With seventeen girls and counting, the cheerleader-plus sleepover was causing Rooms 318 and 320 to burst at the seams. Room 318 was Kaitlin and Yumi’s hotel room for the night. Kizzy and Harley occupied the room next door with a connecting door between the two hotel rooms.

“Oh, no. Not in here,” Cat declared, motioning for the trio to keep dragging the mattress.

Go, shorty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck it's not your birthday

“Got you, YoYo!”

“That doesn’t count. I just got slammed by a fuc–friggin’ mattress. I didn’t move on my own,” YoYo protested.

“Them the breaks,” Yumi stated. “Besides, you said a naughty word.”

“I caught myself.”

“Nope, time to record your funny dance,” Kizzy ordered.

“Oh, come on! Bea, help me out,” YoYo asked.

“Sorry, Yumi’s our unofficial big cheersister and on the varsity squad. She outranks all of us on this,” Beatrice explained.

“Are you done? Join us,” Yumi said.

“We have to go back and get the other mattress,” Roxie revealed.

“Yeah, this is mine, so we need to grab JoJo’s,” Zoey continued.

“Are you sure she won’t need it?” Ariel asked.

“I guarantee she won’t need it,” Zoey replied as YoYo and Kizzy whooped it up. Somebody, likely one of those two, made lewd sex sounds until they shut up.

Suddenly, Cat’s worst nightmare appeared in the doorway.

“Come, girls. We need more contestants,” Yumi announced, waving them into the other room.

“We don’t like Freeze Dance,” Cat declared.

"Don't be a party pooper, Cat. Everybody loves Freeze Dance. It's fun!" Yumi proclaimed. "And the girls that get eliminated have to make funny dance videos. You can do your Cat fancy dance from when we were little."

“Please, no,” Caterina groaned.

“What are you going to do with these dance videos?” Delilah asked out of curiosity.

“We’re sending them to a real man,” Kizzy announced, sliding into the room. Yumi clapped in joy at her move. “Not some whiny bitch like Palmer.”

“Kizz!” Harley hissed from their room.

“Like you know a real man,” Kaitlin shot back at her younger sister.

“We’re sending them to Sean,” YoYo revealed, also coming into the room.

“Sir Sean,” Kizzy corrected. “He is a real man, isn’t he Caterina?”

If looks could kill, Kizzy would’ve been stabbed numerous times by the daggers that Cat stared at the younger Beal sister.

“What does that mean?” Katie questioned as she, Rory, and Lilah looked at Cat.

“Obviously, your sister is caught up in Whitney's blow—I mean, Whitney rewarding Sean earlier in the night,” Cat said, correcting her language for Yumi. However, she didn’t catch herself in time.

“Whitney rewarded Sean? What did she give him? Why wasn’t I there? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” Yumi rattled off, her eyes beginning to glisten as she felt left out.

“It was more a thank you to Sean. Whitney hasn’t given him his real reward yet,” Kaitlin said, skirting very close to the truth. “And why are you sending him all those videos in the middle of the night?”

“Duh, so when Sean wakes up, he’ll have some funny stuff to cheer him up,” YoYo explained.

“Aren’t you forgetting that he’s probably waking up with each message notification?” Katie pointed, causing her sister to groan.

“Crap!”

“Well, we can’t stop now. We need to finish,” Yumi proclaimed. Then, she gestured for Roxie, Robin, and Zoey to hurry up with the other mattress. “Hurry back. This is so much fun.”

“Yeah, you’re missing the varsity cheerleaders gossiping about which guys Kaitlin should sleep with,” Winnie whispered to Zoey and Robin. However, she whispered loudly enough for Roxanne to hear.

“Cat! You’re not supposed to corrupt the sophomores,” Roxie admonished.

The bottle blonde merely threw up her hand as she didn’t give a fuck.

“C’mon!” Yumi begged, pulling Rory off the bed.

“Yumi, we’re busy helping Katie,” Delilah explained, but Kaitlin and Cat attempted to stop her.

“How are you helping?” Yumi inquired with a curious expression.

“They’re thinking up guys for Kaitlin to date,” Dreama revealed when no one else would.

“Shit,” Cat and Katie muttered under their breaths as Yumi’s mouth dropped open.

“You’re playing Lacey?!” the most innocent cheerleader exclaimed. Initially, her face showed joy until cracks formed as her hands slid down to her hips. “You’re playing Lacey without me?”

“No, we’re not!”

“We are now!” Yumi cheered, pumping a fist. “We’re going to play matchmaker for Katie. Yay!”

“Yay!” the Babybees cheered.

Well, all of them except Cadence. She sat in the corner, scowling at the mention of her cousin. Even worse, Yumi turned to look at her with glee.

“Let’s go, Cadence! We need your cupid skills.”

“I don’t…I’m not doing that,” Cadence insisted.

“Yeah, that’s not her thing,” Beatrice said.

“At all,” Kizzy added.

“What do you mean? She’s Lacey’s baby cousin. Of course, she knows how to matchmake,” Yumi insisted, reaching to pull Cadence up.

“I am not like her!” Cadence snapped, snatching back her hand.

Before Yumi could feel offended or hurt, Delilah raced over. Turning her away from the bitchy sophomore, she pointed out why they had to wait.

“Would it be nice to play matchmaker for Katie without Lacey? Wouldn’t she feel hurt?”

“Oh, you’re right. We need to wait for Lacey,” Yumi agreed.

“So what are we going to do?” Zara queried.

“Find a bigger room or privacy,” Cat muttered.

“We should’ve used Whitney’s suite,” Beatrice pointed out again.

“Right! It should’ve been the cheerleading suite,” Kizzy agreed.

“But that model is staying there, and we don’t really know her,” YoYo added.

“She’s a waitress, not a model,” Cadence practically screamed.

“Whoa, take it down like five notches, kid,” Delilah responded.

“Yeah, take a chill pill, Caddie,” Kizzy added, knowing Cadence hated being called that by her.

“We could watch a movie,’ Harley suggested quietly.

That idea quickly caught fire. However, Yumi insisted they finish their game of Freeze Dance first, which the Babybees agreed with as they wanted to finish their video clips for Sean.

“We should watch something romantic,” Rory suggested, feeling that way after her kiss and dances with Kieran.

“Ooh, how about The Notebook or The Kissing Booth?”

“Are you trying to make your sister cry?” Cat challenged Kizzy.

“How about Step Up or Save The Last Dance?” Ariel suggested, getting a nod from Delilah.

“Dance movies?” Kizzy questioned in disbelief.

“This is so why we never invite Sugarbees to our sleepovers,” Kaitlin pointed out.

“What about a classic like Grease?” Rory offered, loving musicals.

“Something funny. We need to watch something funny!” Yumi insisted.

“And Rory was right. We should watch an older film in honor of Aunt Cassie,” Delilah stated.

“For Mrs. Singer!” the cheer went up.

“What are you doing?” Cat demanded as YoYo turned on the television.

“Checking to see what the hotel offers,” the Babybee explained, bringing up their options. “So, a film from the 90s?”

“Not in this room,” Cat insisted.

“This isn’t your room,” Beatrice reminded.

“The 80s,” Rory directed, motioning for YoYo to scroll down.

“Here we go. Weekend at Bernie's. This could give us some tips for taking care of Sean,” YoYo speculated.

“How so?” Delilah inquired.

“He’s in a wheelchair for part of the move, just like Sean.”

“That’s because Bernie is dead,” Roxanne pointed out, overhearing the discussion as she opened the door. She and the two younger girls brought the mattress inside and dumped it on the floor.

“Bernie’s not dead. If he was, they couldn’t have made a sequel,” Yumi chuckled.

Several eyes met each other but decided against pressing the issue. Ariel and Winnie looked at each other and shrugged. They’d never seen the film.

“Pretty in Pink, Dirty Dancing,” YoYo read off the screen,

“Too many douchebag guys in the first one,” Kaitlin stated, earning no arguments.

“No dancing!” Kizzy reminded.

“Wait, go back,” Rory directed. “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?”

“Great idea! More like Sean Tarver’s Day Off,” YoYo said, rubbing her hands together. “This could give us some ideas for when we make our move on him.”

“Nope. Not happening. Remember Whitney’s directive. We’re not to touch Sean in any inappropriate way,” the Babybee captain reminded.

“Aww!” Kizzy moaned.

“Oh, here we go. Sixteen Candles, aka The Kizzy Beal Life Story," YoYo announced, getting odd looks. "It's about a flat-chested girl with a crush on a popular senior and overshadowed by her older sister's love life."

“Hey!” Kizzy and Katie exclaimed before the younger sister placed her arm across her chest. “I’m not that flat.”

“Don’t worry, Kizz. The main girl gets the popular senior,” YoYo added.

“Oh! Let’s watch it.”

“Sofa city, sweetheart!” Yumi declared, turning to face Zara.

“Um, okay,” the sophomore replied, glancing over at the room’s small couch.

“It’s a line from the movie,” Rory explained as Yumi swung to face Kaitlin.

“What’s happening, hot stuff?”

If their goal had been to distract Katie from her breakup, then Yumi's over-the-top performance of the film's dialogue worked like a charm. The recently broken-up girl laughed loudly as she hugged her sweet friend.

“We have to finish Freeze Dance,” Kizzy reminded everyone. “Hit the music, Harls.”

I've had a little bit too much, much (oh, oh, oh)
All of the people start to rush (start to rush by)
A dizzy twister dance, can't find my drink or man
Where are my keys? I lost my phone, phone (oh, oh, oh)

What's goin' on on the floor?
I love this record, baby, but I can't see straight anymore (woo!)
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright

While Caterina rolled her eyes in annoyance as the dance game continued, her phone buzzed with an incoming message. Opening it up, Cat saw a picture of a classmate and an older man. Both were naked and sweaty.

“Now I’ve had a Diamond dick too.”

Cat blinked at the message from her hated rival. No, no, no. Yelena can’t possibly know about Harvey. Nobody does. Oh, fuck. Can she?

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