A Night of Passion: The Hotel Encounter

The city lights twinkled below as I stepped out of the taxi, my heart pounding with anticipation. The hotel lobby was a whirlwind of elegance and excitement, but I barely noticed. My thoughts were consumed by the woman waiting for me in room 307.

I knocked lightly on the door, and it swung open to reveal her—dressed in a silky robe, her eyes smoldering with desire. She pulled me inside, her lips crashing against mine in a fierce, hungry kiss. Our tongues danced as we stumbled towards the bed, leaving a trail of discarded clothing in our wake.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she murmured against my lips, her hands roaming over my chest. I groaned, my cock already hard and throbbing for her. She pushed me gently onto the bed, her fingers tracing the outline of my dick through my boxers. I sucked in a breath, my hips bucking slightly.

She smiled wickedly and slid down my body, her hands hooking into the waistband of my boxers. She pulled them off slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. My cock sprang free, standing tall and proud. She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to tease the sensitive tip. I groaned, my hands fisting the sheets.

“Fuck, you’re driving me crazy,” I growled, watching as she took my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the shaft. She hummed softly, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I watched her suck me, her head bobbing up and down, her lips stretched wide around my dick.

Her hand moved to my balls, gently massaging them as she continued to suck my cock. I could feel the pressure building, my body tensing. I reached down, my fingers tangling in her hair as I guided her movements. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust and desire.

I pulled her off my cock, our breaths ragged. She crawled up my body, her pussy hovering just above my dick. I could feel the heat radiating from her, the wetness coating her folds. She lowered herself slowly, her pussy swallowing my cock inch