Hour with a stranger - My Wettest Ride Yet!
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The Meriton elevator doors slid shut behind me, and I caught my reflection in the mirror: my long brunette hair tousled just right, my tight dress painted on like a second skin—hugging my full tits and round ass perfectly, heels making my legs look endless and fuckable. I flashed myself a knowing little smirk, then locked eyes with him in the glass. He was staring hard, not even hiding it anymore, his pants already bulging. “Busted,” I teased softly, my voice all honey and heat, shifting my hips to make my breasts sway for him.
“Guilty as charged,” he rasped back, his gaze burning over every curve. “You’re a walking wet dream.”
A thrill shot straight to my pussy—game on. I toyed with my phone, arching my back “innocently” to brush my ass near his crotch, feeling the heat radiating off his hard-on. The elevator dragged deliciously slow, tension thick enough to taste. Ding. I stepped out first, rolling my hips hypnotic, leaving my perfume trailing like a promise. He followed close, his breath coming faster.
At my door, I paused with keys twirling, glancing back through my lashes. “You’re so quiet... for a guy who booked a full hour with me.”
His low chuckle sent shivers racing down my spine. “You’re so bold... when you haven’t even let me inside yet.”
My smile turned wicked-sweet—I loved that spark. I unlocked, nudged the door open with my hip, tossed my bag aside. “Shoes off first, handsome. Keep those hands to yourself... until I invite them.” I winked, pure tease.
His shoes hit the floor; door clicked shut. The room was perfect—warm lamp glow, city lights spilling over the huge bed like it was waiting for us to wreck it. My heels clicked across the floor as I sauntered to the window, posing just so, glancing back. “You seem like the type who follows cues well... care to prove it for me?”
He stepped closer, voice rough with want. “For you? Gladly.”
I turned slow, leaning back against the cool glass, arms lifting my cleavage a little higher, one ankle crossed to flash smooth thigh. “Mmm, I love rewarding a good man. But you’ve gotta earn it first.” My eyes held his, electric.
He swallowed hard—I could see his throat work, feel my power humming. “Tell me how.”
I closed the distance like liquid fire, my lips ghosting his. “Phone off. Eyes only on me. Let me set the pace...” My fingers brushed his as I silenced it, then tugged him down for the tease-kiss of the century: lips barely touching, tongues flicking promise before I pulled back, leaving us both gasping. “Not so fast...”
I guided him to the bed, unzipping my dress torturously slow—peeling it off to reveal my lacy bra straining over my heavy, perfect tits and the thong clinging to my already-soaked pussy. His clothes? Gone in seconds under my gaze—ripped abs, and fuck, that thick, veiny cock springing free, tip glistening with pre-cum.
I pushed him down sitting and straddled his thigh—my wet thong grinding slow circles on his hard muscle, soaking him through as sparks lit up my clit. “Feel how turned on you’ve got me already?” I freed my breasts, feeding him a nipple. His mouth latched on hungry, sucking deep while I teased his cock feather-light—no full strokes, just enough to make him throb. “Beg for it,” I whispered, humping faster until my first little orgasm rippled through me, juices flooding his leg.
“Please, baby...” he groaned, wrecked.
I giggled low, slid my thong aside—hovering my slick lips over his tip, dipping just the head inside, clenching to pull a bead of pre-cum. “Patience makes it sweeter...” Then full cowgirl: I sank down inch by delicious inch, my tight pussy gripping every ridge until his balls pressed my ass. I rode like sin—forward rolls making my tits bounce hypnotic, then reverse with my ass clapping loud—his hands finally kneading my cheeks. “Thrust up into me... yes, just like that.”
I came hard—squirting hot all over his cock and abs, drenching us—then flipped to reverse cowgirl, arching back pornstar-style, slamming down wet and filthy, my pussy milking him with every bounce. “God, you feel made for me...”
We paused for the hottest 69: me grinding my dripping slit on his face, his tongue spearing deep, lapping my cream greedy while I swirled around his balls and deepthroated him sloppy—gagging just right, edging him twice till he was begging. Back on top, I owned it.
Doggy was next—I got on all fours, ass up high, back dipped perfect: “Take me deep now.” He thrust in slamming—pounding relentless, our skin slapping symphony, my huge tits swinging wild as I bucked back, spreading wider for him. My second squirt gushed down my thighs, pussy convulsing goddess-tight around him.
Spooning turned intimate: us side-by-side, my leg hooked over his hip—he rutted deep and building, fingers rolling my nipples, thumb on my clit. I writhed moaning, “Harder, fill me up,” and shattered into my third orgasm, walls fluttering ecstasy.
Standing against the window: me braced, one leg lifted high—he railed upward urgent from behind, my tits fogging the glass, skyline blurring as I moaned loud, sweat slicking us.
Lotus to seal it: me in his lap facing close, legs wrapped vise-tight—slow, deep grinds with my clit rubbing his base, kissing messy while he throbbed inside. “Cum with me now,” I breathed—my fourth peak exploded, squirting arcs everywhere, my pussy clamping merciless until he lost it, pumping thick, endless ropes deep inside me, cum leaking creamy down my thighs.
We collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap—sheets ruined, my body glowing like a goddess. He licked the mess from my skin reverent, worshipping. I traced his jaw with a sated smirk. “Told you I’d make it worth it... come get seconds sometime?”
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