Red Confessions: Morning Inferno in Our Hotel Suite

The hotel suite’s bedroom reeked of champagne, cum, and sweat. Tangled sheets. Scattered clothes. Empty glasses. Eyes heavy, she smiled. Slipped from bed. Quiet. Not waking him. Not yet. Sore limbs stretched under scalding shower. Water pounded skin. Shower gel bloomed fresh, musky. Fingers mapped neck curve. Breast swells. Pussy creases. Eyes shut. Waterfall fantasy cooled sun-baked hike. Draft chilled spine. He entered. Leaned on tiles. Devoured her silhouette. Shoulders. Back. Hips. Hands gliding thighs. Kneading ass. Fingers dipping crack. Bent forward. Tits dangled heavy. Turned. Eyes met. He stroked cock slow. Complicit grin. Eyes starving. Water off. Towel enveloped. Pulled tight. Heart raced. Skin ignited promises. Dried face. Arms. Pits. Flanks. Arched low back. Plump ass. Lithe legs. Lifted feet. Insisted knees. Frictioned dark bush. Belly. Under tits. That root crease. Nipples spiked. Begged touch. Ignored. Teased. Delayed. Controlled her pulse. Like rider schooling filly. Tenderness edged impatience. Vertigo thrill. Hair dried. Scalp massaged. Animal pampered. Felt mare. Feral. Loved. Comb tugged knot. Yelped. ‘Shh, beauty. Be good.’ Voice tender-firm. Disarmed. Submitted. Doll for his hands. Hair gathered high. Back pressed his chest. Arm cinched waist. Fingers clawed belly. Hot breath trailed shoulder. Neck. Lips grazed. Tongue lapped. Rose to ear. Dove back. Sucked. Bit. Owned flesh. Marked it. Body arched. Shudders ripped. Pain honed lust. Cock throbbed hot. Wedged ass cleft. Turned to grip. Stroke. Taste. ‘Slow, baby. Time. Lotion?’ Handed bottle. Obeyed. Spread cream arms. Legs. Light rubs. Skin electric. Tits next. Hands circled swells. Pinched peaks. His eyes blazed. Fist pumped shaft. Grabbed bottle. Slathered ass. ‘Keep teasing tits, love.’ Fingers invaded crack. Thigh crease. Quivered. Hands braced sink. Pussy soaked. Legs parted. Begged silent. Inner thighs stroked. Silk-soft. Waves crashed core. Belly rolled. Tits thrust. Mouth whined. ‘Please, darling. Need you.’ Kneeled. ‘Suck first.’ Inhaled musk. Sweat raw. Cheek nuzzled warm belly. Tongue chased pubes. Met cock. Jerked. Lapped glans. Swallowed deep. Hand gripped hip. Other cupped balls. Probed perineum. Fingers tangled hair. Hand crowned skull. Thrust faster. Loved guidance. No holds barred. His pleasure ruled her mouth. Gasps ragged. Hips bucked. Close. Salty-sweet spurted? Pulled free. Hand yanked. Bedroom dragged. Bed. Lay back. He loomed. Stared pussy. Legs splayed wide. Fingers split lips. Dipped slit. Circling clit. Rhythms known. Show for him. Intimate gift. Stopped. Offered slick digits. Sucked clean. Dove in. Tongue fused saliva-juice. Lips nipped clit. Growl escaped. Tongue soothed. Tortured peaks.