Eternal Allure - Episode 6

Marcus finds her at the hotel bar. Long legs crossed, silk dress split high enough to show the lace of her thigh-highs. She watches him approach without looking up from her glass. The ring on his finger catches the light. They don’t speak until they’re alone in the elevator, where her mouth takes his without asking and her hands work the belt at his waist. He lifts her skirt with both hands. She’s bare beneath it. He drops to his knees between the closing doors and buries his face between her thighs, tongue parting her folds while the floor numbers climb. She grips the rail and grinds against his mouth, wet and open, the sound of her breath the only thing they hear. When they reach the suite she pushes him onto the bed, straddles his hips, and takes his cock in one slow slide. Her dress stays on. So does his ring. He watches it move with every thrust as she rides him hard, knuckles white on her hips, until she comes with her head thrown back and her thighs trembling around him.