Rush inside

Tom jumped out of the car, grabbing Jo's shorts along the way, and dashed for the motel door. While he was trying to fish the keycard out of his pocket, Jo put her arms around him from behind, pressing her tits into his back and rubbing his chest. As he pulled the card out, she found his nipples and flicked her fingernails across them repeatedly. He lost hold of the key and dropped it. As he bent to pick up the card, she grabbed his hips and ground her groin into his ass. His cock was a rigid pole in his pants. He straightened up and shoved the card into the card reader slot of the door, while Jo reached around and massaged his stiffness through his pants. The red light went on, indicating that it didn't read the card properly. He ran it through again, and she squeezed his equipment hard. Tom groaned at the pleasant pressure. The light came up green this time, and he wasted no time in flinging the door open, grasping Jo's wrist, and pulling her into the room.

He threw the shorts down and pulled her into a tight clinch. Her risky behavior had redlined his lust. He thrust his tongue through her moist lips and held her body close to his. Their tongues danced wildly from mouth to mouth, teasingly encircling each other. Her mouth tasted rich and sweet with just a hint of the smoky flavor of the pot.

Jo broke the kiss, took a half-step back from Tom and put her hands at the hem of his shirt. She pulled it quickly over his head. She then lunged for his chest, flicking her tongue across his nipple while rubbing the other one with her finger. A seemingly-electric charge built up in them and radiated energy down to his crotch. She paused, licked her other finger and switched nubs, now sucking it hard and playing with it with her teeth. Her wet finger proceeded to tease his recently-flicked nipple. Tom moaned with the sensual excitement this generated. He wished she would take his jeans off, because his hard-on was painfully confined in a fold in his boxers.