As if the timing could not have been more perfect, Layla's phone buzzes with an alert that she has received a text. She hesitates for a moment, hoping the other sound she hears is not Laura's almost imperceptibly soft snoring.
"Mother Fuck! You Bitch!"
She slowly slides her head from between Laura's thighs and licks her lips. She stares at the scrumptious blonde, who just 15 seconds ago was smashing her juicy pussy all over Layla's face, screaming into a pillow and about ripping the hair from Layla's scalp. Her hope was that she would right now be experiencing the magical lewdness of Laura's tongue dancing exotically on her vulva. She shakes her head and reaches for the phone. It's Manny.
"Oh god, what now?"
It's not about the conference. The text reads: "Miss Layla, Jack has returned and is at the bar!"
Layla jumps off the bed and grabs her clothes. Half-dressed she grabs her heels and lays a soft kiss on Laura's lips. Laura stirs and mumbles something. Layla watches her and melts a bit because she loves the sweet way Laura does that as she falls off to sleep. She then vaults out of the room, hobbling down the hall with one heel on and mashes the button for the elevator.
When it opens, she roars through the rooftop condo, clothes flying in a flurry of crazed womanhood. She slips into one of her white sundresses and some strappy sandals. A few brush strokes of her hair and some quick makeup, she rockets into the elevator for the trip down 25 floors to the lobby. Her eyes quickly lock in on the object of her desire and she makes a beeline directly towards the handsome man perched in his chair at the end of the bar.
The woman never slows down a bit and hits the unsuspecting Jack at full speed. His chair rocks back as she throws her arms around his neck and plants her lips on his like a woman possessed. The only thing keeping them from toppling over onto the floor is Jack's quick reflexes. He grabs the bar rail at just the right moment, saving them from what could have been quite an embarrassing event.
Instinctively, and from years of experience with this woman, Jack knows who the sexy offender is, and he responds just as viciously. Rising to his feet, he lifts the gorgeous vixen, so her face is even with his.
"Hi baby girl. It's so good to be home."
Layla stares in his eyes and kisses him again, and again, and again. Her passion for the man is evident as a tear runs down her cheeks.
"God Jack, I've really missed you!"
Jack swings her legs up over his arm, into the wedding carry position and totes her to the elevator. They never stop kissing until Jack lays her down on their bed.
"You know sugar, it's getting harder and harder to stay away from you!"
She nods and strokes his face.
"I agree baby. I mean, it's fun to enjoy the company and sexual pleasures with others but nothing compares to the way I feel when you take me in your strong arms and make passionate love to me."
Her tears flow freely. Jack strokes her face, brushing them away with his fingers. He softly kisses her face. The soft kisses in no time turn into long sensual ones. His hands unbutton her sundress, and she kicks off her sandals. Jack observes that she wears no undergarments. He glances at her with a crooked grin, and she shrugs, giggling like a little schoolgirl.
His lips begin the transition away from hers and slide slowly over her neck to her shoulders and eventually down to her sweet tits. Layla pushes him off her and wrestles his shirt off him before attacking his pants. HIs cock breaks free of the restrictive slacks, and she slathers her tongue over its head. Jack exhales harshly and shivers. Her hands stroke the shaft, and she swallows the head, her tongue softly teasing the underside of his cock. Just as quickly, she withdraws and gets on her knees on the bed. She wants what Laura failed to deliver.
"Jack, I want to fuck your face right now! I need to feel you lick and suck my pussy!"
