An all-inclusive hotel has quite some administration that needs to be done. For every guest there are details to write down, tourist taxes to be paid, and, completely in violation of any existing privacy laws, passports to be copied.
Things don’t always go as smoothly. Sometimes a hotel guest can be curious or demanding. Especially when they just walked out of the pool they can be a bit overheated. They may wonder if I can photocopy my boobs or my ass.
“Of course dear, we can do anything with this photocopier.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.
But then, he was handsome. I turned around and realized there was no one else at the reception. I let my eyes slide over his muscular chest, followed by my hand tracing the lines of his tattoos.
My fingers are quick with buttons. They know their way around what hides behind them pretty well too.
Cocks for instance. His was hard and ready for me. I curled my fingers around the base and let my tongue turn and twist over its head. The nails of my other hand scratched lightly over his balls, which felt like they were preparing a sticky eruption for me.
I sucked him off, fast and deep, until the edge of an explosion. Looking up, the lust in his eyes excited me. His breathing, the starting irregularity in the contractions of his muscles, as his cock was held by my moist lips. It was time to switch positions, or he’d cum right in my mouth.
I turned around, sat on the copier, and lifted my legs. He knew exactly how it worked. I might have had issues finding the buttons on the photocopier, he sure knew his way around mine.
Of course, I can bore you with further details of the inner workings of our photocopier, but really, would you like that? I am sure you would prefer to experience everything yourself.
And you can do that easily: just visit me at the hotel. Undoubtedly you are resourceful enough to find me, at the bar, serving drinks or emptying the bar inventory myself.
Maybe you can find me at the reception, filing my fingernails.
See you soon!
