I had asked her her name several times that night, but she just changed the subject or ignored the question. When I asked her again this time, she told me if I asked again, it was over. I shut up.
We pulled into a hotel parking lot where she grabbed a key out of her purse, ran over to my side of the car, grabbed me by the hand and hurried me to the room, closing the door behind us. The lights were all off and it was dark.
She guided me to the bed, sat me down and proceeded to pull my shirt off while straddling me.
My hands were busy exploring her body as well, pushing the dress over her head, feeling her breasts threw her bra.
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