I grabbed one of the towels I saw drying myself with and tossed it to her, watching as she rubbed it all over her body.

"Well, you got your wish. "Can I get something to eat here?" I stroked my still hard c*ck. "Of course, all you had to do was ask," she explained as she reached for the phone and dialed room service.

I got my food and sat down to eat at the table. Damilola didn't get any food for herself, which surprised me, and I asked her why.

"Well, tonight, I have a craving for something off the menu," she said seductively.

"Like, like what?" I inquired,...