24 Her last option

(⚠: read with caution.)

Speaking of hobbies.

Sammy was seen inside a vvip hotel room. Her former scary expression was replaced with a sweet and seductive one.

She was putting on a smokey red lingerie. Her already erected nipples protruded from the thin layer fabric that were covering them, while her long slender legs were spread aside to expose her inner thigh, that had the juicy view being obstructed by the panties she's putting on.

She was laying down on a king size bed, with a white covered sheet and looking sexy. The mere look at her heavenly body could drive a man crazy.

She had a phone pressed to her left ear, while her right hand was running a circle around her entrance.

One look at her and you could tell that she wasn't acting. She was doing what she loved.

"Stop keeping me waiting, or I would waste the first juice on the bed." She threatened, smiling seductively, while one of her fingers slipped inside her panties.

She began teasing her clit and letting out soft moans. "Did you hear that chairman? Hmm… Ahh… The more time you wasted, the more your favorite is at risk of soaking your bed." She said.

The room personally belongs to the so-called chairman, who happened to be Brian's father.

This is where she gets her sexual desires satisfied, when she needs a request to ask of him.

"Naughty girl. Papa is already outside the door, so get your filthy hands off that cave and come open the door," came a husky voice, of Brian's dad.

Sammy bolted up from the bed, out of excitement. She has had a lot and there's no one that can compete with this man, which made her more curious about how good Brian would be.

The man was already in his late sixty, but he's more energetic than those in their extra active age.

She was like an innocent girl that was awaiting her birthday present. She giggled happily and didn't even bother to look decent, before going to open the door.

The thought of having to strip again, was so annoying.

She swiped in the card and a bulky figure came into view. If you think Brian has the craziest abs, how about checking out his dad.

His wide shoulder has extra muscle like a man that has been a bouncer all his life and doesn't miss a day of gyming to maintain his fitness.

Legs were a bit tiny, as the huge upper body overshadowed it. His abs looked like they were about to pop out the button of his gray shirt.

Same silver hair, which concealed the actual white hair, related to old age. When he smile, there is obvious wrinkles at his eyes and lips looking a bit saggy.

It was evident that he was about to start losing absolute control over his muscles.

"You naughty girl. What if someone comes with me?" He asked, after getting inside the room and shutting the door.

"You don't like to be disturbed, so I'm sure it's safe." Sammy said and was already unbuttoning his shirt, while his hands were already giving her still-covered breasts a not so gentle squeeze and smirking at her melodious moan and how she moved her body in rhythm to his hands movement.

"What happened to your key?" Sammy asked, because her original plan was for him to come inside the bedroom and meet her in that sultry pose, drive him insane and make him dive inside her without restraint.

"Your naughty threat made me forget it inside the car." He replied to her and scooped her in his arms in one swift movement, making Sammy giggled.

"You're looking sexy today." He complimented, as the girl never ceased to drive him wild with her exceptional body and how she could use it well.

"When have I never been sexy, Greg?" She asked in a seductive tone, reaching her arms around his neck and capturing his lips in her own.

She slipped her tongue in his mouth and teased him, getting awarded with a muffled grunt.

Greg gave her butt cheeks a harsh squeeze, making her moan into his mouth.

Getting to the bedroom, he dropped her onto it harshly, making her body bounce up and down, before stabilizing.

Sammy chuckled in delight and got up on her knees, getting hold of his belt and unstrapping it, while he pulled off his shirt.

"Naughty." He commented, seeing the eagerness in Sammy's action.

"Get this thing off and free that hotty." Sammy said, after the belt had been tossed aside.

Greg smirked and did as he was told.  Immediately the trousers were off, Sammy got hold of his already erected member and gave it a soft stroke, while looking up at his lustful gaze.

"Your son was still playing hard to get." She said, but didn't stop the stroking, while constantly teasing the cap of his penis, with her tongue, making Greg's reply coming out from a different dimension.

"Oh….uhh..poor boy." Greg said.

"Exactly...hmm. I wonder when he's going to open his eyes, to see what he's missing. What his father was dying to taste every single day." Sammy said, increasing the motion of her hand movement on his member and feeling excited as it length kept expanding.

"My son had no idea you could handle the microphone, so well." Greg managed to squeeze out the world, in between moans.

"Oh common. I don't handle worthless microphones. I prefer the one that brings out my hidden talent. Make me use my best vocals and show me how much my throat could handle." After finishing with her sentences, she took him into her mouth, nearly choking herself with his extra large member, but doesn't seem like it meant much, as she only goes deeper.

"Yessssss.. Naughty girl, go naughty. Just how I like it." Greg couldn't open his eyes, due to the pleasuring and just using his hands to fondle her breast crazily, just how she likes it.

Sammy pulled back and started stroking him again. "He didn't give me the role." She whined, knowing exactly when to make demands.

Greg would do anything at this point.

"I spoke to him, he said he's not changing his mind. Let this one go, there would be another one. I won't let him give it to someone else." Greg replied and all the passion in Sammy's eyes faded.

Her last option!