Sextreme Makeover - Episode 1

She stands in the hotel doorway wearing nothing but an open silk robe and the keycard in her hand. He kicks the door shut behind him. Twelve hours on the casino floor haven't dulled his hunger. They don't bother with words. She leans against the dresser and spreads her legs. He drops to his knees, slides two fingers inside her while his tongue circles her clit. She grabs the back of his head and rides his mouth until her thighs start to shake. He stands, spins her around, bends her over the edge of the bed. Her robe slips off one shoulder. He unzips, pushes inside in one thrust. She gasps. The air conditioning hums. Outside the window, the Strip keeps flashing. He fucks her slow at first, then harder, one hand gripping her hip, the other pulling her hair. She reaches back and spreads herself wider for him. When she comes, it's sudden and loud, her body pulsing around him. He follows a few strokes later, emptying himself deep inside her before collapsing on the mattress beside her. Neither of them has spoken. Neither of them needs to.