The sounds of grunting, squishing, moaning, and butt slapping against flesh continued to fill the presidential suite.

"You like that?"

Bruno asked, as his thrusts became faster, his body soaked in sweat.

The air conditioner wasn't enough to cool them in the heat of their ecstasy.

"Yes, that's it... you're doing great... baby! Faster..."

Beauty cried, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She started gasping, mouthing inaudible gibberish at him.

Slowly, her trembling hands reached for his and held on as if her life depended on it.

"Yes..."

"You're fucking driving me crazy!"

Bruno cried, his hips moving uncontrollably.

The "thwack... thwack... thwack" sound of his heavy,...