Her lover's gaze crushed her. Hamakaze peered elsewhere and played with her bra straps. The Rock took her chin.

"The Rock can smell what you're cooking," he said. "Would you not let him have a try?"

She blushed madly at the Rock's smooth words. She glanced to the left then to the right, and unhooked her bra as she sunk to his crotch level. Immediately, the Rock brought her back up and kissed her.

"It is common courtesy," he said as he moved his hands to her ass, "to trade lips before you trade oral."

Hamakaze sunk into the mattress underneath the Rock's massive body. She hooked her legs around his waist as they continued their kiss, her toes curling as his hand reached her pussy. The first moan of the night—as well as her life—; the bed creaked relentlessly as her second and third and fourth echoed out of their small motel room.