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In the dimly lit hotel suite, I find myself alone with the room service girl, her uniform crisp and her eyes curious. She's new, eager to please, and I can't help but notice the way her gaze lingers on my growing bulge. I don't have to ask; she knows what I want. She kneels, her small hands unbuckling my belt with a practiced ease. Her mouth is warm, wet, and eager as she takes me in, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I lean back, enjoying the sensation, the taboo of it all. She's good, too good, and it doesn't take long before I'm spilling into her mouth. She swallows, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand.