The Guest in Suite 221

It was an irresistible sight, and he was rock hard, the blood purple along his cock, tense and aching to plummet inside her.

He touched her erect clitoris with two fingers, feeling her snap back and forth against him. Carefully, he positioned himself so that he could remove the dildo, and in one motion, replaced it with his own impatient cock – her sweet pussy swallowed it as he plunged in. She thrust up against him anxiously – a blazing fire.

He released her wrists, and she used her free hand to remove the blindfold… wanting to watch his face. “Fuck me now,” she demanded.

Her eyes were glazed, desperate… blue stones staring up at him. Wrapping around him tightly with ankles digging into his back, her body pleading.

He stroked with expertise – making her wait – touching every nerve. Until finally he could hold back no longer – now was time. He began to stroke in perfect rhythm, holding her ankles back, fucking harder, faster. He felt the flood coming – the rush unstoppable – and the deep growl began in the pit of his stomach as he spilled his seed deep inside her.

She watched his face, his eyes closing tightly as the hot cum overflowed onto her clit as he pressed against her – and seeing his expression, experiencing the intensity, the final release – all combined to saturate her with an incredible orgasm. Over and over again, the contractions inside her clenched his spent cock until he lay next to her, savoring the moment.

Together – the music started when he first saw her on the hotel balcony and she accepted his invitation with a smile – they danced to ecstasy… forever, never-ending.