You don't have the choice

You agree to meet in an hour, in order for both of you to take a shower and change yourself.

You decide to wear a shirt and a pair of jeans, feeling it wasn't neither too classy nor too chill.

Then you go to her hotel hall waiting for her, but after a few minutes, she still doesn't appear.

After ten more minutes, you begin to lose hope and as you think about leaving, you see her walking down the stairs, wearing a black and gold dress.

She excuses for being late, her coach didn't want her to go out two days before the start of the tournament so she had to leave silently her room.

You take her by the arm and bring her to a nice restaurant you noticed earlier, where you two eat a nice meal with a bottle of red wine.

As the dessert is served, you notice Maria already drank three glasses of wine and begin to say drunken things.

You quickly finish eating, pay, and drag her outside of the restaurant, where hopefully no one recognized her.

You bring her back to your hotel, pretexting it is easier for her as she wasn't supposed to go out but more importantly be drunk.

She accepts before falling asleep on your shoulder. You lift her legs and carry her bridal style to your room where you put her on your bed.

Unfortunately for her, your dark side takes the lead and you move closer to her, at first only running your hand through her hair but quickly massaging her breasts and making a way under her dress to feel her panties.

Not knowing if she is awake, you decide to make sure and start massaging her clit through the fabric of her panties, provoking an instant reaction from Maria which begin to moan as you feel her panties get wet.

Deciding you've had enough waiting, you lift her to unzip her dress and get rid of it, leaving her in red underwears, which doesn't stay long on her body.

Deciding to wake her up, you suck one of her nipples, play with the other with a hand and slowly finger her with your other hand.

As your fingers go deeper into her shaft, you feel her nipples harden and her breath accelerate.

There she is completely awoken by an orgasm with make her moan and squirt and your hand.

Understanding waht happened, she looks at you, lust in her eyes, and order you to fuck her.

You undress yourself and let your hardened penis free from your contraigning boxers, placing the tip of your manhood in front of her wet pussy lips.

You don't wait for her to tell you to go and enter her in a thrust, enjoying the relative tightness of her pussy and pupmping in it.

Wanting to go deeper, you lift her legs and put them on your shoulders, allowing you to push a little further against her cervix.

Finally, you want to take her by behind and make her stand on all fours as you enter her, taking her by the hips.

You can feel her bend under each of your assaults, you hear her begging you to not stop until she passes out and unfortunately she pass out.

At first a little disappointed, you slowly resume your thrusts, this time dominating her, her breasts against the bed, the ass in the air.

You feel your cum coming and decide to offer her a souvenir as you turn her to face you and begin to masturbate in front of her face.

It doesn't take long before you cover her face with lines of cum all over her face.

The next morning, when you wake up, she doesn't have cum on her face anymore and thanks you for the meal, and you know she doesn't mean the restaurant.