Katie stays bent over the table. She listens beauty to Rick getting dressed. After a minute or two, Rick walks out; leaving without another word. -More to follow..... “C’mon in,” Brian alluring said, shouldering the hotel room door open and swinging Stephanie’s travel bag inside. An air conditioner rattled to life in the window beside the door as he flicked the lights on and revealed the small room’s modest accommodations. A single bed took up most of the room, a bag of clothes and costumes strewn across its covers, and the seat of the easy chair beside the nightstand was occupied by a large cardboard packing box. Opposite the bed, Brian’s things were an untidy sprawl atop the dresser, which doubled as the TV stand. The far side japan of the room was sectioned off by a minimal bathroom, leaving an alcove outside it for a mirror and sink. The television, an old tube TV paired with a clunky cable box, betrayed the age of the spartan furnishings. Not too impressive, and definitely not the hotel Chloe wanted, Brian remembered, suppressing a grimace. Last year, she’d been positively irate at this hotel’s lack of modern amenities; there were hardly any adorable outlets, there was no internet, there was neither a microwave nor a mini-fridge. Of course, with their sudden break-up, the simple room had suited him just fine, as it was affordable and just a short trek across the crosswalk from the convention center. Fuck, I wonder how long it’ll be before every little thing stops reminding me of her in some way. Well, I definitely have some welcome distractions, he thought, turning to admire the two beauties who followed him into the room. “Thank you for having us, really…” Stephanie said, displaying an anxious but grateful smile. The sweet and terribly shy geek was still bedecked in the bright pinks and reds of her gijinka costume--long gloves, vinyl thigh-high boots, and a sleeveless sundress with an outrageously short skirt--it had been difficult for Brian not to steal glances at those slivers of exposed thigh. She bore more than passing resemblance to her creature from Monster Battlers, but with the panache of a sixties-era go-go dancer. A bobbing pair of costume rabbit ears rising from her pink-streaked blonde hair completed the outfit, and it was a strangely compelling look. “Yeah, seriously, thanks,” the dark-haired scene girl chimed in, tailing Stephanie into the room. Though she was dressed casually, Kelly simply radiated sex appeal. Slinky skinny jeans captured her appreciable curves, and the crossing strap of her purse had her black tank top stretched taut about the splendid contours of her breasts. Kelly wasn’t ostensibly an anime fan or comic nerd, and instead seemed more like someone who normally looked down on geeks like them. Confidence shone in her eyes, a proud look that lent the fine quirk of her lips a very different impression than Stephanie’s smile. The girls were both gorgeous, but otherwise couldn’t have been more different in appearance and demeanor--If Brian were to casually personify Stephanie as an innocent angel of conscience perched upon one shoulder, then Kelly would be the corrupting devil straddling the opposite shoulder. “Here, lemme get all my junk outta the way,” Brian said, shifting his scattered belongings off the dresser and into a neat pile beside the bed. “I might, if it’s okay, I’ll take a shower?” Stephanie asked. “Of course, go ahead,” Brian said, “Guess you’ve probably been wanting to try and wash the pink out of your hair?” “…Y-yeah,” Stephanie slowly nodded, a complicated expression crossing her face. “That too.” “Yeah, what’s up with her hair?” Kelly asked Brian. “Are you doin’ something to her? Like at first there was just the one little streak, and then when I saw her again tonight japanese it’s like, all over. Hair doesn’t spontaneously turn colors.” “It happened whenever we… uh, when we… kissed,” Stephanie fussed, adjusting her glasses. “Both times, I think?” “Well, lemme see you guys kiss, then,” Kelly insisted. “Let’s see the magic.” It was payback for the many times she had purposely fucked with him or pissed him off for whatever reason she had. “Oh, I’m not there right now. I flexed my hand, my cock hard. He stood grinned and said,"I'll let myself out." And just as fast as it started…it was silenced. My lusts alluring surged through me. I pressed my daughter against the wall beside the beige row of lockers. "WHAT?" she asked. He moaned as she fucked his dick with her tits faster and faster, all the while looking at him. I looked down at Lisa’s face. Lodged deep inside her clingy fuck tube, the native’s cock began to lurch and fire its seed. "Good, now let's do some stretches, ten on each side. My cock had that same feeling as last night, working it into her warm juices. japanese “Just like that?” adorable I asked her. Making me fucking hard.” She bends over to get it, and her workout pants split. She felt incredible groggy japan and it took awhile for her to open her eyes completely and adjust to the light. His cock was sliding in and out of me, when I heard him shout. Jen intercepted me before I got to the door. as beauty he gently squeezed her breasts.