She’s already half-naked when the door shuts behind her—just a flimsy hotel robe barely clinging to curves that scream forbidden. Fingers hook the sash loose as she steps onto the bed, toes brushing against something hard and waiting. No words. Just slow circles of teasing pressure until he groans. Feet first. Ankles lock around his waist like a promise, heels digging into flesh as she grinds down without mercy. The robe pools at her hips next—tits bouncing free while those painted toes drag up his thighs, leaving wet trails on skin already slick with need. Then the real show starts: lips wrapped tight around him, gagging as she bobs faster than any first-timer should dare.
