They were at a casino 5 minutes ago.
She slammed the door shut using her foot, the sound startling the poor hotel doorman passing by. She stopped to look at him - for a second - and kissed him again, removing his tie and moaning loudly when he grabbed her ass.
Have sex with me.
No time for talking. He pushed her down on the bed, pressing his body against hers. She felt his hardness poking at her stomach and.. why were there so many clothes? He seemed to be reading her mind as he tore her dress off, pulled it down her legs and threw it somewhere behind him. She climbed on top of him, pressing her groin against his, letting out a shaky breath when she rubbed her clit against his cock through the layer of clothing between them. She opened his zipper and stroked him and he gasped and bucked into her hand.
Take me now.
No time for talking. He flipped her over, removing his jacket and chips flew all over the bed. He kissed her again and again and somehow they removed her panties because he was in her in a minute. Pounding. Fuck you. Pounding. Fuck. Pounding into her. I love you. She touched his face and he touched hers and she rolled her eyes because the sensations were too much and he grunted and she cried out his name. Her legs were like a vice around him. She was pounding into him, as if she wasn't deep enough his skin. As if she wasn't deep enough his soul.
They were at a casino 15 minutes ago. And now they're inside each other, rubbing bodies, sharing sweat, reveling in the heat.. it never takes long.
He gives in, she gives in, what does it matter?
He pounds into her one last time and she cries out. Oh my god. She pushes him off of her and pants, shaking from the intensity of her orgasm. A pause. Catching their breaths.
Do that again. He obliges.