The hotel room door clicks shut behind us. Dim light from a bedside lamp casts shadows on the walls. Three chilled champagne bottles sweat on the dresser. Marc’s grin widens as he sees me. Heart thumps already from the day’s drinks. Brigitte flops onto the bed, giggling. We pop corks. Bubbles fizz. Glasses clink. Talk flows easy—work, jokes, secrets spilling out. My cheeks flush hot. Marc’s eyes linger on my curves, my full breasts straining my blouse. Alcohol burns down my throat, loosens my limbs. He pulls out cards. ‘Strip battle,’ he says. Simple rules: highest card wins, loser strips. Brigitte cheers. I hesitate, pulse racing. But fuck it. Shoes first. Socks. Her skirt drops, revealing black thong. Pulls off sweater clumsily, striptease turning comic. Laughter echoes. She crashes on the couch, snoring loud. Room quiets. Just us. Tension crackles. Marc loses pants. Gray boxer tents hard. My turn. Skirt slides off. White lace panties hug my thick thighs, still tan. His gaze devours. ‘Sexy,’ he growls. Heat pools between my legs. I unhook bra under blouse, toss it proud. Nipples harden, poking fabric. He wins again. I unbutton, cleavage spills. Breasts sway heavy. He strips shirt, then—bam—boxers down. Cock springs free, thick, veined, throbbing upright. My breath catches. Cunt clenches wet. Heart hammers wild. Lose again. Dare or double? Dare. ‘Kiss my last reveal,’ he says, stroking it. I kneel. Hands on muscled thighs. Lips brush gland tip. Soft. He smirks. ‘Didn’t feel it.’ Deeper this time. Tongue swirls head. Salty pre-cum. His groan vibrates air. Buttons fly open. Blouse parts. Heavy tits bounce free—wide areolas, stiff nipples begging. I suck him deep. Mouth stretches. Throat relaxes. Hands push my head. Gagging rhythm. Spit drips. Balls tighten. The room spins hot, sweat-slick skin electric. Control shatters. Fever peaks.
His hands yank my panties down. Ass up, face down. Tongue dives into my dripping slit. Licks ass crack. I shudder, grind back. Cockhead nudges folds. One thrust—buried deep. Fills me raw. Walls grip tight. I buck wild, impaled reverse. His palms knead ass cheeks, slap sting. Heart pounds thunder. Sweat drips down my back. He hammers relentless. Girth stretches, hits cervix. Juices squelch loud. Nipples drag carpet, sparks shoot. Flip me. Legs wide. He sucks tits savage—bites nipples, pulls hard. I claw his back. ‘Fuck me,’ I gasp. Pace frenzies. Balls slap clit. Orgasm builds tsunami. Cunt spasms, milks him. He roars, floods me hot cum. Still hard. We rut animal. Doggy again. Fingers rub clit. Second wave crashes. Scream muffled. He pulls hair, owns me. Hour blurs—positions blur. Beside snoring Brigitte, oblivious. Bodies slap wet. Cum leaks thighs. Exhaustion hits. Collapse tangled. Blaze consumes, leaves ash.