She pretended to sleep, one leg draped over the edge of the bed like an invitation he couldn’t refuse. Then came the slow crawl up his body, nails dragging down his chest as her mouth hovered just above his cock—licking lips like she’d been waiting. First came deepthroat choking, tears streaking mascara as he gripped her hair, but that wasn’t enough. Next? Bent over the headboard with stockings still half-on, ass lifted high for a finger-fucked stretch before he buried himself inside without warning. The hotel room smelled like cheap perfume and sin when she finally turned back, smirking through flushed cheeks—knowing someone might’ve caught them if they checked that door again.
