She slunk over to him, her body accentuating the movement of her hips. She sat on the bed next to him. She took the boa off her neck and wrapped it around the base of his cock. It still wasn't quite fully erect, and if she was going to get where she needed to go, it was going to need to be harder. He shuddered at the sensation. She kissed the tip. He shuddered again. Suddenly, she bent her head and took him into her mouth as if she intended to swallow him whole. She used her hand to stroke what she couldn't fit into her mouth with the boa. He moaned.
At that moment, his phone started ringing. He feebly tried to reach for it before remembering he couldn't. Rosalee climbed onto his chest, straddling him, and grabbed the phone. Nick. Monroe had always been right about his sense of timing. She clicked answer and held the phone to her ear. Monroe started to protest, so she moved position so that her lower lips were on his. He looked shocked. He continued to try to talk, but her taste was flooding his mouth. This was interesting...
"Nick," Rosalee said darkly, "Monroe is indisposed. Goodbye." She hung up, powered the phone off, and tossed it into the hamper across the room. Monroe was still protesting into her pussy. It felt good. She ground herself into his mouth laughing again.
"He's a big Grimm, he can handle himself. I, however, cannot. I think I like this, though..." She backed up onto Monroe's chest and kissed him. She tasted her own juices, extra sweet and he seemed nearly punch-drunk. "I have an idea..."
She climbed off his chest, turned around and climbed back on. They had given each other oral before, but had never tried a sixty-nine. No time like the present, she thought as she grabbed his manhood roughly with the boa once more.
Her pert little ass in his face, he could see what he had missed before- her lips and clit were swollen. She really did need to get laid. She tasted even better than usual... She put her mouth on him so he reciprocated. He ran his tongue along her swollen slit and flicked the nub at the bottom. She moaned around his cock. This was amazing! Why hadn't they done this before? She started sucking him, moving herself backward and forward into his face. He lifted his neck and stuck out his tongue. He proceeded to tongue-fuck her while she sucked him off. It felt so good for both of them...
Soon, his skilled tongue unravelled her. She slid off him, but they both knew she was far from satiated. She was going to want to be filled by him...
Below, Monroe vaguely heard car doors slam. He heard two men talking... They sounded suspiciously like... Oh, shit...
If Rosalee heard them, she didn't care. She raised herself above him, and with little warning impaled herself on him. She screamed, startling him. He was used to her being vocal, but she sounded like she was being murdered... Shit, shit, shit... Don't panic, don't panic...
He heard them open the door. He smelled their adrenaline. He knew they heard the erratic thumping as they came up the stairs... Oh, shit...