Tourist Trap

Isabelle walks into the hotel room in a tight dress and heels, her eyes saying she has had enough of scenery. She wants something that sticks. Kai sits on the edge of the bed, already hard. She crosses the room, drops the bag, and kisses him slow, like she is testing the temperature. Her hand slips under his shirt, nails dragging down his chest. She pushes him back, climbs over him, then turns so her ass is right above his face. He peels the dress up, finds the thin strip of thong between her cheeks and tugs it aside. His tongue works lower, wet and steady, until it presses against her tight rim. She rocks back, breathing heavier, letting him open her with spit and patience. When two fingers slide in she shivers but does not move away. He works them deeper, curling, stretching her while his mouth stays busy. After a while he pulls his hand free and she drops her head to his cock, licking along the shaft before taking him deep. She sucks him slow and messy, spit running down his balls, never letting her mouth leave while his fingers keep her ass slick and open. She tastes herself on him every time she swallows, eyes half-lidded, no hurry. The room is quiet except for the wet sounds and the low noise she makes when he pushes the plug into her, the jeweled base flush against her skin. She sits up straighter, smiles once, then sinks back down to take him in her mouth again, slower now, savoring every inch.