Terri fucked in Marigold's bed.

Terri was soaked in sweat, her skin flushed red nearly from head to toe. She threw herself forward, pulling her shirt over her head as she did and leaving herself in only the sheer black bra that she had worn under her costume. Even that was nearly too much to keep cool-- she felt like she was going to burn up at any second.

Jakey stumbled over to Terri. She had pressed her face and her chest into the bedspread, reaching back to pull her cheeks apart. Jakey was treated to an incredible sight-- Terri's waiting pink pussy, wet, lips spread. He had an incredibly sexy cosplayer chick **** for his dick in front of him, and all he had had to do was follow an even hotter cosplayer chick to steal her naughty underwear and take illicit pictures. This was the best day ever.

Jakey grabbed hold of Terri's skinny hips and thrust into her. His cock slipped inside her, up to the hilt, without even the slightest resistance.

"Rrrngh," Terri groaned into the bedspread. With her face dug deep into the blanket that Marigold had been sitting on only a minute ago, she could smell the blonde's distinctive vanilla soap on the sheets. She needed that scent. She needed to smell Marigold almost as much as she needed Jakey to start fucking her properly-- almost.

Jakey plunged his cock into her, going crazy at the sight of his dick entering StartingGunner's pussy. As he fucked her, his hands were hard at work, toying with her muscular cheeks. "You're so fucking hot," he grunted, barely audible over the slapping sounds of their thighs against one another.

"Shut up and fuck me," Terri snapped. She hadn't meant to be mean, but... the fact of the matter was that she still had no reason to like this stranger beyond the fact that he was giving her what she needed at that second exactly. He was still the weirdo who had broken into Marigold's room and stolen her panties.

Then again, she had been trying to do the exact same thing.

"Unh, unh, unh..."

Both of them were short of breath.

Terri slammed her hips back, taking his dick as deep as she could. Each time he pulled it out of her, she felt like she was missing something. She needed it. She needed him, so long as he would keep fucking her. There was nothing in the world that mattered except for his cock inside her and the memory of the beautiful Marigold lying naked on the bed that Terri was defiling.

"Yes," she groaned.

Jakey fucked her harder.

"Pull my hair," she begged him.

Jakey buried his hand in her short brown hair, grabbing it by the roots and forcing her to look up, to look into the bathroom where Marigold's discarded and cum-soaked leotard was still lying on the linoleum floor. She could imagine what Marigold looked like in a leotard that small-- she was just surprised that Marigold would ever wear such a thing. Then again, apparently she was the type who secretly wore slutty lace underwear and strutted about the hotel in only a towel.

She so dearly wished that Marigold was there with her. As she felt Jakey's fingers pulling on her hair, Terri wished that she was looking into Marigold's shining blue eyes. She wished that she could feel Marigold's soft fingers on the side of her face as Jakey groped her, the ultimate mosh mash of rough and gentle. Terri wished most of all that she could bury her face in those tits as he fucked her, that she could suck on those nipples, that she could hold those curves. She wished she could taste what was between innocent Mari's legs as he railed her like the depraved pervert that Terri had proved herself to be.

"Mari," Terri moaned.