
Becki Bottomz is wiping down a marble vanity when the door clicks and the guest steps back in. He watches her bend to polish the glass tabletop, then moves in close and blocks the exit. Orders come fast—strip, kneel, open up. She almost laughs him out of the suite until he pulls her wrist and puts his thick cock against her palm. Heat races up her arm. She wraps her fingers around it, strokes once, twice, and the fight drains out of her. Next thing she knows she’s on her knees with his head sliding over her tongue, spit running down her chin while he fists her hair. He spins her onto the fresh-made bed, yanks her panties aside, and works that same wet cock straight into her ass—slow, deliberate, balls-deep. Every push knocks a needy whimper out of her; every pull drags a filthy little moan across the sheets. She never planned on begging for it, but now she’s pressing back, greedy for more, aching to feel him unload right where she’s tightest.
Becki Bottomz is wiping down a marble vanity when the door clicks and the guest steps back in. He watches her bend to polish the glass tabletop, then moves in close and blocks the exit. Orders come fast—strip, kneel, open up. She almost laughs him out of the suite until he pulls her wrist and puts his thick cock against her palm. Heat races up her arm. She wraps her fingers around it, strokes once, twice, and the fight drains out of her. Next thing she knows she’s on her knees with his head sliding over her tongue, spit running down her chin while he fists her hair. He spins her onto the fresh-made bed, yanks her panties aside, and works that same wet cock straight into her ass—slow, deliberate, balls-deep. Every push knocks a needy whimper out of her; every pull drags a filthy little moan across the sheets. She never planned on begging for it, but now she’s pressing back, greedy for more, aching to feel him unload right where she’s tightest.