Mark walked into the hotel room just behind Tiffany, a bombshell blonde that he picked up down at the lounge bar and managed to buy a few drinks for. They were both dressed up quite extravagantly, which wasn’t uncommon for the clients of this particular hotel. She wore a black cocktail dress that hugged her chest tightly to expose an unashamedly amount of immodest cleavage. He wore a pair of navy blue dress slacks and a vest to match that sat over a crisp white dress shirt.

The hotel room door shut behind him, and out of nowhere like an intense rush of untamed anticipation, Tiffany flung her arms around Mark’s neck and kissed him passionately. Their lips moved in a quick rhythm with one anothers in a series of deep, lustful kisses. Their breathing grew heavier in between each kiss. The moment became more intense with each second, clearly filled with sexual tension built up from their flirtatious banter in the bar.

Mark reached his hands up to grab her ass and lift her into the air. She wrapped his legs tightly around his waist and kept her lips moving aggressively with his. They turned so that she was back against the wall, knocking a picture off the wall as they ran against it, though both of them were to distracted to care. Mark broke away from the kiss and started to kiss her neck with vigor, causing her sighs to grow louder from the firm, passionate touch of his lips against her skin. She closed her eyes and hugged him tightly, embracing his warmth against her body.

Her heart was racing with desire. She grew impatient for his cock and pushed herself away from Mark just enough to reach down and unlatch his belt and pants, then opened up the front flaps to expose his groin. Her hand reached into the small opening in the front of his briefs and pulled out his erect cock, stroking it gently and teasing the crown with her dainty finger tips. She pushed his pants further down his thighs and lifted her dress up a little more to provide easy access to her own folds, then kissed Mark heatedly once more. His hand made quick eager work of her thong, not bothering to take it off but pull it aside just enough to expose her slit. In a blink Tiffany found herself pinned against the wall again, and before she could even catch her breath she felt his thick cock slide into her folds.

“.. Oh.. f-fuck!…” Tiffany exclaimed as she broke the kiss for a very brief moment trying to compose herself. She leaned in to kiss him passionately again and rested her palm on the back of his neck, firmly holding his head against hers. Mark continued to thrust his shaft into her with a sense of urgency. His hips shifted back and forth quickly and slapped their skin together with each movement. He reached his hand up and pulled one of the strings off her shoulders and slid it down to expose her breast. His hand glided over to cup it firmly while he continued to drive into her with eagerness. His breathing grew heavier while beads of sweat began to form over his forehead.

Mark pulled himself out of her and allowed Tiffany to stand back on the floor. He quickly reached down and grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up over her head to take it off. Tiffany returned the favor by unlatching his vest quickly and tossing it aside, then lifting his shirt over his head to expose his muscular form. She grabbed his wrist and started to pull him towards the bed, both of them only wearing the little underwear that covered their groins. The cocktail dress, however, caught Tiffany’s foot as she walked by it, causing her to stumble drunkenly onto the floor and land on all fours. She looked back at him with a grin on her face and wiggled her ass invitingly.

He dropped down to his knees and scooted himself closer to her, attempting to continue their indulgence from behind. But before he could grab her she quickly turned around and tackled him onto his back, forcing herself to lay on top of him. Their lips met again to kiss each other aggressively. Her legs spread wide as she straddled his crotch then wiggled herself back onto his shaft. She started to slide her folds up and down along his length… slow and gentle at first, but he quickly gave a playful slap against her ass and that sent her emotions running wild.

The slap spurred her on to ride him harder. Sending out the clapping sounds of their bodies slapping against each other with each downward thrust. Tiffany quickly sat up straight and cupped both of her breasts firmly. Her hands slid up into her hair and pulled her strands tightly over her head. Mark’s shaft was clinched tight by her walls while her moans echoed through the room. Then suddenly, her body tensed up as her orgasm came rushing through her like a storm.

“Yes.. Yes…” She screamed out in excitement, straddling his shaft quickly and pushing out every orgasm she had inside of her. “Fuck!”

Tiffany leaned over Mark and kissed him on the lips with a brief peck. She was seemingly out of breath, but she hadn’t forgotten about his need to release. Her folds released their grip from his shaft and she slid herself down to lay over his legs. Her hand gripped his length and she let her tongue swirl around his crown for a moment before sliding her lips over it and then all the way down to the base. She slowly moved her lips back and forth across his entire length, sucking him off hard. Her hand trailed behind her lips with a firm grip to help encourage his orgasm.

She went back to teasing his crown, swirling her tongue around it once again then firmly sucking on the tip of his cock. Her hand started to stroke his length. Faster and faster with each second. Then suddenly his orgasm hit, releasing his substance into her. Mark groaned deeply and curled his legs a little bit to the feeling of ecstasy that overwhelmed his body. He panted some to catch his breath then reached over to grab his shirt off the floor and wipe the sweat from his brow.