...through the slightly ajar door of that hotel room, you see her first—blonde hair messy from hands gripping sheets as she rides a stranger’s cock like she owns it. Thighs slapping against his hips, tits swaying free while he chases her mouth between thrusts. The wallpaper behind them peels just enough to show the crease of her ass every time she bounces down hard. She catches your eye for half a second and smirks before leaning forward to whisper something filthy into his ear—then slaps him across the chest and takes over again.
