Serena Rossi
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Review by MRWIGGLELY, December, 2011
Serena is a girl you can take to the game. I finished up a bid in San Francisco. The clients decided to make me wait over the weekend for their answer, so I was stuck there for the weekend in freakin hipster Emeryville. Walked around for about two hours, typical crap, walked over to my bank branch to see if payment transfer occurred from another client, it had so I decided to rent a car and head into the city. So back in my room, I started surfing, looking for local girls to show me around town, but the selection was thin of available girls. I said screw it and called Serena. She was free, but back here in LA. Asked her if I bought her a ticket, would she fly up, and to add it to the total. I have already been with Serena, so I knew she would be worth it. She couldn’t get a Southwest flight till the next morning, so I went to dinner and called it a night. When getting the car to go pick her up, I called my potential clients and asked them where to go to have the tourist experience. One brought up the fact he has Warrior season tickets if my weekend was a bust. When she got off the plane, she was in jeans, I admit, I let her walk in front of me so I could watch her ass switch back and forth. I told her that I wanted to play the tourist roll for the weekend, but she wanted to head to the room and take a shower first. As the elevator doors closed, we could hear the Amtrak Train that was a station behind the hotel. I hit the stop on the elevator thinking no one would hear us in there, grabbed her by her ass and brought her in to me. We started out with light kissing, but then the elevator started buzzing. So hoping it wasn’t one of those but it was. When we got up to my floor, she walked over to the window and mentioned that there were hardly any cars in the parking lot. I came up from behind her, putting my arms around her waist and grabbed her by her belt loops. I told her that I couldn’t wait to get into the room. She replied with, “Who says you have to wait?” I looked over my shoulder, listened down the hall and I didn’t hear anything, so with her leaning against the hallway window, facing all the people getting off the Amtrak train 7 stories down, I began to slide my hands down and unbutton her jeans. She started to get nervous, I think she thought I wouldn’t call her on it, but it’s a fetish of mine to do it in public places. She grabbed my hand and tried to stop me, but I knew one of her weaknesses from before, I knew to pull her hair to the side and softly kiss the back of her neck. With her hand still on top of mine, I began to rub her pussy from outside of her jeans. She pushed back with her ass against me, and let out a deep sigh. I knew I had her attention then. VIP’s Read On…