Peeking through the door of a hotel room that wasn’t supposed to be occupied, you see her—purple hair dyed so dark it looks black under the light, choker tight against her neck as she sinks down onto his lap. No warning, no hesitation—just those full lips wrapped tight around him while he grips her hips hard enough to leave marks. She knows someone’s there but doesn’t stop; if anything, she swallows deeper when he groans. Then—click—the bed shifts as he pins her back against the headboard, thighs spread wide for your view. That thick tongue working between her legs next? Yeah. And when he flips her over mid-cumshot? You’re not imagining it.
