LANA Part 4

Lana shows up at the hotel like she owns the hallway. The money has been good, but tonight she wants more than cash—she wants a cock that makes her forget the rest of her life. She steps inside, the folder still under her arm, and meets his eyes. He does not ask about paperwork. He looks at her the way a man looks when he already knows exactly how the night ends. She sets the folder down, turns, and he is on her before the door clicks shut. Big hands push up her dress. A plug gleams between her cheeks, blue eyes locked on his as he frees his cock. She opens for him. He feeds it to her slow, inch by inch, until her throat gives. When he bends her over the couch she keeps her face turned so he can see every flicker in those eyes. He works the plug loose, replaces it with the thick head of his cock, and drives in deep. She pushes back, hungry for every thick inch. He fucks her steady, deep, no rush, the kind of pace that turns her inside out. When he pulls free she drops to her knees, mouth open, and he finishes right on her tongue. She swallows, lips still parted, like she already knows she will be back for more.