Hotel Hookup: Wet Mouth, Wet Sheets

The hotel room door clicks shut, and she's on him, ravenous, pushing him onto the bed. Her hands are everywhere, unbuttoning, unzipping, her breath hot on his ear as she whispers filthy promises. He responds in kind, his fingers finding her warmth, her wetness, making her arch into him. She takes him deep, her mouth a tight, wet heat, her tongue a wicked dance. He bucks into her, his hands fisting the sheets, the room echoing with their animalistic sounds. She straddles him, guiding him inside her, riding him hard, her nails digging into his chest, their bodies slick with sweat, the headboard banging against the wall, a symphony of carnal desire in the heart of the city.

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