Brad and Janet Sanders weren't brilliantly happy with their hotel. Technically, there was a view of the Eiffel Tower, if you stuck your head out the window, and turned to see it's tip visible at the end of the boulevard.
With a widening smile, a lewd nod, and a swaying strutting step he crossed the room. The atmosphere broken, as his bare foot landed on a small jagged rock hidden in the pile of the rug.
Snatching it up, his hopping on his uninjured foot, ruining the moment. However, it was amusing Janet to watch as his junk bounced, flopping and flailing. Already half erect, it was a more enjoyable display.
"Let me kiss it better." she purred hoping to reclaim his focus.
Brad clenched the little stone in his hand, as if weighing up the possibility of tossing it out the window.
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