Their intensemake out sessionwas well underway in AJ Styles' hotel suite. The door was not even fully closedwhen the french kissing and gropingbegan. He slammed her tall, thin body against the door, shutting it, ashe tried in vain to draw the curtains
/closed. He absolutely had to keep one hand caressingthe soft skin of the small of her back, while the other fumbled with the curtain fabric.
"Ah, shit. They'll just have to see us." AJ breathed into her right earas he gently nipped at her bottom lip.
"Mmmmm, so kinky." She acknowledged,gripping AJ's left ass cheek. "Oh baby, what do you do to get this butt so damn tight?" She asked, tracing the outer edge of his bottom lip with her tongue.
"Come on beautiful. I saw you in the front row tonight. You know exactly what I do!". AJ quipped in response.
She wrapped both arms around his neck and plunged her wet tongue back into his mouth. He groaned deep inside his throat in response. Her fingers, finished off with rose colored nail polish, danced over his pecs. Unfortunately, those hard pecs were
covered with a thick tshirt.
"Hmmmmmm, how about getting rid of this?" Immediately, she reached under the hem and pulled the shirt over AJ's head, making his hair a little fly away. She marveled at theslight happy trail that led to his belly button.
Gulp.