Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
No one in the crowded hotel lobby knew what I was there to do. They didn’t know under my black trench coat, I wore an emerald green, strappy lingerie set minus the panties. There was no way for them to tell that the garter belt holding my nude thigh-highs up framed my dripping, bald pussy. These facts only made me wetter as I stared at the elevator through the swarm of strangers.
Finally, the doors opened, and a petite brunette smiled at me. She strode toward me with purpose and waved a key card up. “Kayla?” I nodded, and she slapped the card into my hand. “He’s in room 309. Blindfolded and restrained. You have him for twenty-four hours, just his birthday. But remember, “The icy stare she pinned me with gave me chills. “He’s still my Husband. No matter how badly he wants you.”