That look in her eye—like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Red shirt stretched over heavy tits, blonde hair messy from running her fingers through it while he watches. She licks those full lips slow, then grabs his cock like it’s hers already. No foreplay needed; just a smirk and that first wet suckle that makes his knees buckle. Bed creaks as she straddles him next, riding hard enough to jiggle everything loose. Fingers digging into his shoulders when the cum hits the back of her throat—gulping loud enough for the whole hotel to hear if they cared.