"Cheers," she muttered, storming out of the suite like thunder.

The door closed behind her, and Rachel swept her damp hair back.

"Pull out," she told Dante.

"Make me" Dante replied, driving into her again, faster than before.

"Dante I can't! Just... Just this once!" She cried hard, folding her palms to stop herself from moaning.

"So you can go meet Micah? Are you fuçking that bastard too?" Dante replied, finally pulling out.

Racheal got down from the couch and gathered her panties and bra scattered on the ground.

She pulled them on quickly, slipping her legs into her leggings before squeezing her body back into her tight blouse.

"I...