Arrya had no time to wait for the teenager to answer as once she had finished speaking she felt a desire focused to her that was so strong that got her attention. She turned and saw that it was looking for the man standing across the bar. The moment Arrya looked at him, she already knew. Food. She walked toward him and without even saying a word, Arrya took his hand and took him to one of the rooms. He was young and muscular, made ​​by extra sexy gorgeous Mediterranean features. Italian descent, I bet. Clearly he was astonished that I came to him. Arrya already begun to delight of these emotions, feeling on her tongue. I rubbed mine body against his in a more intimate way than it was required, sliding my hands over his body as we walked to the room. I pulled him to me, and we kissed. The kind of hard, furious kissing that makes your lips feel swollen afterward. My i knew it would not, and his ... well ... i would make sure he did not need to worry about that after. His hands started on my hips and then moved upward, droping my dress on the floor exposing my breasts. He leaned down and put one to his lips, sucking hard. When I felt his teeth gently bite the first tendrils of his ebergy began to flow into me, sweet and delicious. He was a good one, full of strength. I test his lust like a sweet drink, and all kind of emotion he was felling now. Arrya was now on her knees, lowering his boxes and leaving him exposed. Then, without futher hesitation, she took the whole thing into her mouth, letting it roll over her tongue to her lips while moved back and forth along the length of the shaft.