Anal Sex in an Elevator: A Hotel Bentmoore Interlude

By Shelby Cross

Michelle is back, ready for another scene of raunchy passionate sex with her host, Mr. Dean!

Of course, being the ass-man he is, there is no way Mr. Dean is going to be able to leave that adorable little bottom of hers alone...and Michelle wouldn’t have it any other way.

Filled with lewd debauchery and graphic erotica, this short story serves as a sequel to "Masters of the Hotel Bentmoore: Michelle."

So relax, lay back, and get ready for a short interlude into the world of the Hotel Bentmoore.

Warning: This short story contains graphic erotica, including oral sex and anal sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shelby Cross
• Release date: Nov 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301312818

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ANAL SEX IN AN ELEVATOR:

A HOTEL BENTMOORE INTERLUDE

By Shelby Cross

Copyright August 2012 by Shelby Cross

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ANAL SEX IN AN ELEVATOR: A HOTEL BENTMOORE INTERLUDE

Inside the luxurious hotel room, a lone figure stood by the wall, gazing at the mirror through the soft yellow light, studying her reflection. Behind her, the curtains of the window were drawn, the table lamp lit. Her suitcase, small as it was, lay prone on the floor, and showed the evidence of her recent rummaging. Other than that, the room held no indication of her presence, not even a toothbrush on the bathroom counter.