Peeking through the slightly ajar door of a hotel room you weren’t supposed to see — red airline cap tossed aside, stockings still wrapped around one leg. She’s already got his belt undone before he even touches her. The way she bites that plump bottom lip when he lifts her onto the desk? Like she’s been waiting for this all flight long. Thighs squeeze tight as she rides him slow at first, then faster — fingers digging into his shoulders like she’s marking territory. When he flips her over and slams into that ass from behind? The headboard rattles so hard it nearly knocks over that framed ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hanging crookedly on the wall.
