Room Service

Looking at it separately, you recognize that address as the Remington Hotel, one of the nicest in town. You reach another epiphany as you figure out that 1000 must be the room number. You excitement grows as you rush to put some reasonable clothes on. You go for jeans and simple button down, as anything less would feel like an insult to the hotel, and the beauty you're meeting. The only problem is that you have a bit too much excitement, and you can't control it. You decide to leave your shirt untucked to try and hide it, even though it still looks pretty obvious. You run through your head anything you could've forgotten, and just as you are about to leave you run back in to grab a condom, just in case.

...

"Just act cool." You tell yourself as you take a deep breath.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You grab your hand, trying to stop it from shaking. Then, as the door opens, all nerves go away, but your eyes, tongue, and dick are permanently frozen. There is Christina Hendricks, owner of one of the best bodies in the entire planet, in a strapless, barely ass covering length, black nightie. Her tits are on display to heavens, begging for more attention than they already garner. You are absolutely speechless, and not even trying to say something. Once your finally able to pry your eyes off of her amazing mounds, you look up at her face as she is standing there biting her plump, red bottom lip.

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