
Angela finds Oliver in the hotel room. She's on him before he can blink, shoving him back onto the bed. Their bags sit by the door, plane tickets tucked inside. She needs him loose and empty before that flight. Her hands work fast. Mouth hungry. She strips him, climbs on, takes him deep. He grips her hips like he might fall off the earth. Sweat beads between them. She rides hard, breath ragged, then lets him flip her, pinning her wrists. They fuck like the room's on fire. Wet sounds. Sharp gasps. Her body shakes when she comes. He follows right after, pulling out to paint her little patch of hair with thick streaks.
Angela finds Oliver in the hotel room. She's on him before he can blink, shoving him back onto the bed. Their bags sit by the door, plane tickets tucked inside. She needs him loose and empty before that flight. Her hands work fast. Mouth hungry. She strips him, climbs on, takes him deep. He grips her hips like he might fall off the earth. Sweat beads between them. She rides hard, breath ragged, then lets him flip her, pinning her wrists. They fuck like the room's on fire. Wet sounds. Sharp gasps. Her body shakes when she comes. He follows right after, pulling out to paint her little patch of hair with thick streaks.