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Hotel. Evening. I was in a tight dress, we met in the lobby and spent some time at the bar. Laughter, sparks in our eyes, light touches — he turned me on with every word. We went our separate ways to our rooms. But the moment my door closed behind me, a wave of desire hit me. The dress slid to the floor, I lay down on the bed and let my fingers wander down. Moans escaped my lips as I imagined him — his hard cock against my lips, his strong hands gripping my hips, his rough thrusts driving me insane. I couldn’t resist. I threw on a robe and went to his room. When he opened the door, surprise quickly turned into joy. I didn’t play coy — I told him everything straight. He just smiled and stepped closer. The robe dropped, I knelt down and eagerly took his cock into my mouth. From that moment, passion consumed us. His hands held me tight, I felt every curve of his shaft as I rode him faster and harder. He filled me deeply, and I drowned in the madness of pleasure. The finale was fiery — he gripped me tightly, and thick hot cum spilled across my ass. I smiled, knowing this wasn’t just a meeting, it was the embodiment of a fantasy.