Hotel Hookup: Febby, Wolf and Lance

Lance was at dinner with Wolf and a few buddies when he started hitting everyone up under the table. He shot Wolf a quick note asking who’d be down for some filthy group fun back at the hotel later. Wolf replied in seconds — he’s always game. Nobody else was feeling it though, too wiped. Wolf pivoted, hit up Febby, and she didn’t hesitate. She rolled up to the hotel the second they got there. Clothes came off fast. Cocks hard, mouths wet. They fucked with zero crew, just phones balanced on whatever flat surface was handy — a dresser, a chair, propped against a lamp. Angles were rushed but raw. Dick pumping into slick holes, spit, cum, heavy breathing and half-strangled moans caught up close because nobody thought twice about hitting record. It was messy, unplanned, and got everyone off twice.