すごそうなかんじのオンナがやってきてやっぱり

The parking lot lights flickered and hummed, casting an eerie glow over the rainy street. Cars splashed by the hotel entrance, their headlights briefly illuminating the wet pavement before disappearing into the night. In one of the many rooms on the fifth floor, a woman sat on the edge of the bed, her bare feet dangling just above the plush carpet. She fiddled with the hem of her short skirt, her nails clicking against each other as she waited.

A knock at the door made her jump, her heart pounding in her chest. She stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress, and walked over to the door. When she opened it, there was no one there, just a note resting on the ground. “Room 503,” she read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper.

The woman glanced around the empty hallway, then back down at the note. Her curiosity piqued, she slipped the paper into her bag and made her way down the corridor, her high heels clicking against the tile floor. She rode the elevator up to the fifth floor, her heart racing with each passing second.

Once she reached the room, she hesitated, her hand hovering over the door handle. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, and pushed the door open. Inside, the room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn closed against the night. In the center of the bed sat a man, his bare chest glistening with sweat. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and hungry.

The woman stepped into the room, letting the door swing closed behind her with a soft click. She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying with each step. The man watched her intently, his gaze trailing over her curves. When she reached the edge of the bed, she hesitated, unsure of what to do next.

The man reached out, his hand wrapping around her wrist. He pulled her closer, his other hand sliding up her thigh. The woman shivered at his touch, a small gasp escaping her lips. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

“Do you want me?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.

The woman nodded, unable to speak. The man pushed her onto the bed, his body pressing against hers. His hands roamed over her body, slipping under her skirt and cupping her ass. She moaned, arching her back against him.

He kissed her neck, his lips trailing down to her collarbone. His hands slid up her dress, pushing it over her head and tossing it aside. She was left in nothing but her bra and panties, her body exposed to his hungry gaze.

The man leaned back, admiring her form. His hands reached behind her back, unclasping her bra with expert ease. It fell away, revealing her breasts, pink nipples already hardened with desire. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs circling her areolas. The woman gasped, her head falling back in pleasure.

He dipped his head down, his mouth closing over one of her nipples. He sucked and licked, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub. His hand slid down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her panties. His fingers brushed against her wet folds, teasing her entrance.

The woman cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out. His thumb circled her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild.

She could feel the heat building inside her, her entire body trembling with need. He removed his fingers, leaving her aching and empty. She whimpered in protest, but he ignored her, instead pulling his own pants off and tossing them aside.

He climbed on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. The woman wrapped her legs around him, her nails digging into his back.

With one fluid movement, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt. The woman cried out, her back arching off the bed. He started to move, his hips rocking against hers. Deep thrusts that hit all the right spots inside her, making her see stars.

The man’s hands gripped her hips, pulling her against him with each thrust. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, punctuated by the woman’s moans and cries of pleasure.

He angled his hips just right, hitting her g-spot with every stroke. She could feel the tension building inside her, her muscles tightening as she neared her peak. The man leaned down, his teeth grazing her earlobe.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice dark and commanding.

As if on cue, the woman’s orgasm crashed over her, her entire body shaking with the force of it. She cried out, her legs clamping around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

The man continued to thrust into her, his own orgasm building. With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving with exertion.

They lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow. The man rolled off of her, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. The woman nuzzled into his chest, her eyes already fluttering closed.

As sleep began to take hold, one thought crossed her mind – this was only the beginning. There were still so many more things they could explore together, so many more experiences to be had. And she couldn’t wait to see what the future held.