Walking into the picturesque Euphoria Hotel, Tasha was still seething. It was bad enough that her finance douche of a soon-to-be-ex husband was in bed with that skinny yoga slut, but he had the nerve to call her boring in bed just because she wasn’t bowled over by the same moves over and over again. Tasha knew those bitches faked their orgasms with him, thinking of what he could buy them during missionary.
Tasha barely heard the receptionist while she stewed. She wasn’t boring and knew when she’d discover men eager to worship and please her voluptuous body, she’d get wild. Sensing her distraction and edge, the receptionist said, “let’s just get you to your room so you can start your vacation.”
She entered her room, with Chris the receptionist following behind with her bag. Tension rose inside her. Could she actually do this? Was that bastard right about her? Tasha knew about the hotel’s rules, but hearing the moans echoing through the hallway as they walked gave her pause. Was she genuinely ready to do this?
Chris dropped her bag in her room, but lingered by the open door. “Do you have any questions for me?” The moment of truth for Tasha. She wondered of her shitty husband and gave in to a burst of recklessness, crossing the room and falling to her knees. He smiled and unzipped, with a cock far superior to her lame husband’s flopping out and dangling hypnotically before her eyes. Staring down the meaty thing, she asked, “I can do whatever I want?” “I’m at your command,” he replied, his manhood rapidly hardening until it nearly jabbed the bridge of Tasha’s nose.
Tasha opened wide, slowly slurping and sucking the steaming cock. Chris moaned while Tasha’s efforts grew sloppier and hungrier. Her mind was racing and her temperature skyrocketing, thinking of what to do next and what her husband never deserved or delivered. To really settle in, she need a crashing, back arching orgasm, and knew Chris’s cock would more that suffice.
Tasha led him away from the open doorway and bent over the bed, pulling her tights down, to present her thick, curvy ass in a skinny thong to Chris. “Hard,” she moaned. “Make me scream!” He obliged, pulling her thong to the side and thrusting into her juicy pussy. He quickly sensed how desperate she wanted to be plugged and increased his thrusts to match. Soon, his hips were clapping into her soft curves and he grabbed her hair to pound harder and harder, until Tasha’s mind was numb and body trembling from the orgasm she so dearly deserved.
Instinctively, Chris spun her around and lay her in the bed, her curvaceous form spread and open before him. She moaned as he fondled her heavy tits and teasingly planted steaming kisses across her torso and down her thick thighs, finally settling on her wet and waiting slit.
Her pathetic husband didn’t like eating pussy, and if she begged him, she’d get a reluctant 20 seconds of licking before complaints of being tired, but Chris was different. He lapped her pussy like it was the elixir of life, probing with delight and wonder.
Already sensitive from his pounding, Tasha was soon shaking and screaming with pleasure, her sounds echoing through the open door and into the hallway. Tasha briefly opened her eyes to see an unknown woman leaning in the doorway, fingers in her bikini bottom as she watched on. Tasha’s pleasure supercharged knowing they were being watched and she moaned for Chris’s cock some more.
He stood, and with her ankles on his shoulders, pushed back inside her. At her urging, he thrust harder and harder and soon the clapping nearly overshadowed her shrieks and his grunts of pleasure. A second man joined the vigil and was soon bending the watching woman over so they could fuck while they watched.
The women’s eyes met as their pleasure synchronized, ending with dueling climaxes. Chris backed up, thinking Tasha needed to catch her breath, but she was soon back on her knees, thoroughly invigorated. After Briefly sucking her juices from his cock, she surrounded his gigantic manhood with her heavy tits. “Cum for me,” she moaned. “Cum between these soft, juicy tits.”
Tasha didn’t need to bounce for long. Soon, Chris exploded, his cock shooting blasts of cum into her chin and all over her tits. Tasha sagged back against the bed, watching the couple in the doorway as she caught her breath. Chris leaned down, kissing her and saying, “feel free to call me if you want seconds.” He grabbed his clothes and left, pausing at the doorway to let the woman lick his cock clean.
Tasha took some time to recover and rest her sticky and sweating body, watching the man in the doorway spectacularly blast the woman’s face, and in that moment, Tasha felt unburdened and free.
NSFW: yes
