Hotel room. Mirror on the wall. White top still half on.<br><br>He pushes me against the wall first, right by the door, my back hitting cool paint while his tattooed arms cage me in. Lifts my legs, wraps them around his waist, and shoves inside without warning. I gasp, gripping his shoulders, feeling every inch stretch me open. He pounds me standing, my white top riding up, exposing my stomach to the cold air.<br><br>We stumble to the bed, tangled together, falling onto white sheets. I'm on top now, riding him while he watches from below. My tits bounce under the white fabric, nipples hard and visible through the thin material. He grabs my hips, tattooed fingers digging in, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his cock. I lean back, hands on his thighs, giving him the view of his cock disappearing inside me.<br><br>He flips me over, pulls my hips up, takes me from behind. My face pressed into the mattress, white top bunched around my neck, ass in the air. He pounds hard, slapping
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