Fuck, I love hotel rooms. Something about being away from home makes me even filthier. I stripped down the second I walked in, threw open every window, and grabbed my trusty travel Hitachi. No curtains, no limits, just my naked, tattooed body spread wide. I start slow, teasing my swollen clit with the lowest setting, staring out at the skyline while vibration hums against my dripping pussy. I press harder, grinding my hips down. You should see how my thighs tremble when I crank it to high. When I finally let myself go I definitely need to tip the cleaners. That's what happens when you leave a sick twisted slut unsupervised in a high-rise. Think you could handle watching me without touching?
