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and reclined on top of the desk looking up at Armando through lavender eyes. “My turn,” she told him and he lowered his head to her juicy pussy.
Armando hardly got a chance to show Brandy his expertise with his tongue. After three licks and one circle of her clit she couldn’t take any more. Desire pulsed through her veins and she pulled Armando between her legs.
“I like it hard and rough,” Brandy heard herself saying in a hoarse voice she didn’t recognize. Armando obediently obliged. He grabbed her legs and propped them on his shoulders. He held her hips so that he was in charge of the rhythm, the pressure, the very fuck itself. Slowly he entered her with his large throbbing shaft, dripping with precum.
Armando said something to her in Spanish she didn’t understand, but it made him all the sexier. He didn’t caress, didn’t languish in her warm wetness. Once Armando was inside her he began pumping.
Brandy tried to cry out but Armando’s hand was between her teeth stopping any noises from escaping. All she could do was groan with pleasure. Brandy watched his penis slide into her then come out far enough to make her gasp before plunging inside again. Brandy lifted her eyes when she felt him begin to climax. She wanted to see the orgasm as it went through his body. A look between lust and fulfillment passed over Armando’s features and she felt him pump his cream into her eager cunt. She knew he was spent but he kept thrusting, waiting to feel Brandy’s release, which followed immediately.
There was a knock on the door. “Excuse me, I—” a voice began. Then, “Oh. Oh!” It was Ryan.

Chapter Eight
     
Brandy watched his retreat. She pulled Armando’s cock out of her pussy, dripping cum on the floor. She slipped on her underwear and sundress and followed after Ryan, amethyst still in hand.
“Ryan, wait,” Brandy said, catching up to him in the lobby. She put her hand on his arm and he swung around. His jaw was tight and he looked at her sharply. Brandy knew that had she been a man he would have hit her. And who could blame him? Brandy felt Armando’s milky seed running from her crotch into her panties and smiled.
“What’s the matter with you?” Ryan asked her. “First you and me on the boat and now you’re fucking the concierge?”
He was jealous and that was sexy. “I don’t know what’s happened to me. Ever since the boat this afternoon I’ve had these…urges. Not to make love or have sex, but to fuck,” Brandy told him.
“Don’t fuck with me Brandy,” Ryan warned her.
Brandy spied the women’s restroom behind Ryan. “That’s actually what I had in mind,” she said with a laugh.
She pushed Ryan into the bathroom and locked the door. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about what happened. Even during my nap this afternoon I dreamed you were inside me driving me wild and fucking my brains out.”
“I thought you were embarrassed,” Ryan said.
“I just want you to do it again,” Brandy told him, unbuttoning his pants.
“What, here? In the bathroom?”
“Right here. In this bathroom.”
Ryan forgot the scene he’d just witnessed when he saw Brandy’s intentions. Her violet eyes sparkled and enticed him. Ryan pushed Brandy against the door. He didn’t bother to get her naked or even take off his own pants. He pushed aside Brandy’s underwear and pulled out his cock. It was already hard and he was almost ready to come.
Brandy hung on to Ryan’s neck as he kissed her mouth and neck. He wrapped her legs around his back and pushed inside her, pinning her to the door. She was very slick. He remembered Brandy underneath the Cuban as he pumped on top of her. He knew that the wetness was Brandy’s excitement mixed with another man’s cum and it excited him more.
“You’re such a slut,” he said, pushing harder and harder into her.
Brandy’s breath was coming quickly. “Yes, yes!” she said, throwing her head to the side. “Punish me. Make me feel you!”
Ryan lowered