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Cecilia sits on the hotel sofa in nothing but a thin robe. Mick stands in front of her, belt open, jaw tight. She slips the belt out of its loops, wraps it around her fist, and pulls him closer until his cock rests against her cheek. Her tongue moves slowly at first, wet and deliberate, tracing the head before she takes him deeper. She sets the rhythm and Mick follows. She stands, turns, and leans over the back of the couch. Mick drops to his knees. His hands spread her ass, thumbs pressing, and one finger slides in with careful pressure. She pushes back against it, breath catching. A second finger follows, then a slow twist. He works her open until her thighs tremble. When she is ready she reaches back, guides him to her ass, and sinks onto him inch by inch. Mick grips her hips and starts to thrust. Each stroke is deep and steady. She meets him, pushing back harder, asking for more. His thumb returns to her ass, sliding in beside his cock for extra pressure. Midway through she turns and drops to her knees again. She takes him straight from her ass into her mouth, licking and sucking without hesitation. Saliva mixes with everything else. Mick groans. She looks up at him, eyes dark, and keeps going until he is close. She climbs onto the sofa on all fours. Mick gets behind her and takes her ass again, doggystyle, hips snapping forward. His fingers dig into her skin. He works her until her voice breaks. She comes first, body shaking. He follows seconds later, pulling out and finishing across her lower back. The room smells like sweat and skin. Cecilia stands, robe loose, and walks to the shower without another word. Mick stays where he is, catching his breath, already late for the rest of his night.