You text me your hotel and room number. I come to your room and knock and you open the door. I come in and stand, nervously, inside. I'm not really sure this is a good idea and have no idea what to say.
I make some stupid comment about the room being nice and before I can say any more you push me against the wall and wedge your knee between my legs, making me gasp in anticipation. Staring into my eyes you slowly unbutton my shirt and run your fingers along the edge of my bra, teasing me and making me push my tits toward you. You lift them out of the cups and lick and suck my nipples making me moan and grind myself on your thigh.
You turn me around to face the wall pulling my shirt off my shoulders to my elbows before tying it there, stopping me moving my arms, then you unzip my skirt pushing it down to the floor along with my knickers.
Turning me round again you go down to your knees and bury three fingers deep in my soaking cunt, your tongue swirls over my clit before you clamp your teeth gently around it and suck.
When I'm panting and moaning with the need to cum you pull me over to a chair and sit me on it before pulling out your cock and running it over my lips. You push the head in letting me, lick and suck, before grabbing a handful of my hair and fucking my mouth, making my drool and gag around you.
You're close to cumming but before you do you pull me up again and bend me over the back of the chair, kicking my legs apart you bury your cock inside me. With one hand you slap my ass in time to your thrusts, each one harder than the last, with the other you milk my clit, making me cry out and writhe under you, my orgasm feeling so good as I clamp down on your cock inside me.