In the dim, ambiguous light of the hotel room late at night, she wore black lace lingerie, her large breasts barely concealed beneath the sheer fabric, her eyes glazed. I ripped off her bra, kneading her full breasts, and she let out a suppressed moan. I made her kneel on the edge of the bed and thrust into her from behind, my penis pumping wildly in and out of her wet, slick vagina, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing. She bit the pillow, moaning repeatedly, her buttocks responding to my rhythm. I rolled her over, lifting her legs onto my shoulders, and pounded into her tender vagina, watching her ashamed expression. I increased my speed, finally thrusting deeply, my hot semen filling her womb. She trembled all over, the afterglow of orgasm leaving her completely lost, her eyes filled with satisfaction and surrender.
