Grand Hotel,
Suit no:301,
Even though it was noon, curtains were pulled down. In a room embedded in darkness, only heavy moans and groans echoed.
A man and woman were rolling on the sheets like animals. The big bed squeaked every second.
The man was rough going all the way. Like a traveler in an oasis who found a lake to quench his long thirst, he invaded her body.
The girl underneath shuddered in pain yet arched her body to reach him. Although her body could not accept him, she extricated herself from torture. Throwing some coquettish glances and voices, she enticed him to continue.
He seemed to be out of control, continued slamming her, letting her tremble and suffocate. Instead, her hands wrapped around his waist, urging him.
As long as her goal was reached, this suffering was nothing. Good days will come, she consoled herself.
