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You work in a luxury hotel in Los Angeles, you’re a pretty young girl, you like rock music, and your favorite band is KISS, and you just found out that Gene Simmons is staying at the same hotel as you are working.

Gene was in his hotel room, just coming out of a hot shower, to relax after a long night. As always, he met a girl and talked her into a night of passion, but that woman never came, and Gene needed his daily dose of sex, was frustrated and betrayed, so he called room service to bring some dinner.

You came to his room, as you offered to take his dinner, knocked on the door, and second, Gene came out, half-tied in a robe, you could see his hairy chest.

Gene looked at you, surprised by your beauty, as he was used to hotel maids being old and grumpy, but you were his type. He laughed, and let you through, you went in, and you left the food on the little table in the room, and then Gene came up behind you, and he grabbed you by the waist.

"Food can wait... Dessert can be first..."

In seconds Gene turned you around, and lifted you up, sitting on the edge of the big bed, and smiled at you with mischief, loosening his robe completely, revealing his robust, old, hairy body; the truth is that Gene looked good for a 75-year-old. He came closer, getting on top of you, licked your cheek with his long tongue, and captured your lips in an intense kiss.

Gene parted, and took a condom out of his robe bag, broke it with his teeth, and looked at you with lust and desire. After 5 long hours, they were both under the sheets, Gene was hugging you, he had never lasted so many hours with someone, well that was because Gene had eaten a chocolate with Viagra.

"Dear..."

There was silence... But then he started kissing you all over the face, now he was behaving like a man of his age.