The room was a blur of motion and sensation, the only constant the slap of our flesh as we moved together in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. Her eyes were screwed shut, her face a mask of pleasure, as I claimed her with an intensity that left us both breathless. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the air, a symphony of passion that echoed through the suite.
With each powerful thrust, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pressure building in my balls until it was almost painful. Her nails raked down my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, urging me on. Her moans grew louder, her body tightening around me like a vice. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the hotel, I exploded inside her.
