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Title: “Service Beyond Compare: Sasha Rose’s Guest Relations”
Sasha Rose sauntered down the plush hotel hallway in her snug, low-cut uniform, a knowing smirk playing on her lush ruby lips. As the establishment’s most esteemed administrator, she took pride in catering to the carnal desires of her most distinguished guests. Tonight’s VIP, a robust Russian oligarch named Vladimir, had made a special request for Sasha’s…personal attention.
Sasha rapped gently on Vladimir’s lavish suite door. He answered swiftly, his beady eyes roving her voluptuous figure hungrily. “Sasha, my dear! Right on time. Do come in,” he purred, stepping aside to allow her entry.
The opulent room reeked of expensive vodka and the heady musk of Desire. Vladimir wasted no time, yanking Sasha against his throbbing, bulbous manhood and capturing her mouth in a bruising, alcohol-soaked kiss. Sasha moaned into his mouth, the material of her dress straining against her heaving bosom.
“Mm, Vladimir, I see you’re as…energetic as always,” Sasha giggled huskily as she extricated herself from his grasp. She swayed her wide hips seductively as she retrieved a lint-free cloth from her uniform pocket. “Let’s start with a…thirst quencher, shall we?”
Sasha deftly freed Vladimir’s girthy member from the confines of his silk trousers, cooing appreciatively. She unfurled the cloth, revealing an impressively-sized bottle of vodka tucked within. With a provocative wink, Sasha unscrewed the cap with her teeth and proceeded to pour the clear liquor liberally onto Vladimir’s engorged erection.
Vodka cascaded over his thick shaft, settling in his wiry pubic hair. Sasha chuckled darkly, then dipped her manicured tongue into the pooling alcohol. She lapped methodically, cleaning every inch of Vladimir’s shaft, savoring the addictive union of semen and vodka.
“Oh Sasha, Vashe delo!” Vladimir groaned throatily, fisting his meaty hands into her tumbling chestnut hair. Sasha responded with wanton enthusiasm, swallowing Vladimir to the hilt, her lithe throat constricting around his throbbing length. She bobbed her head at a furious pace, slurping and suckling, relishing the brutish way Vladimir fucked her face, completely lost in depravity.
“Sasha, I need to be inside you,” Vladimir grunted after she’d wrung every drop of pre-cum from his quivering shaft. He braced her against the wall, hitching her heavy thighs around his trim hips. Sasha mewled needily, the head of his gargantuan cock pressing insistently against her dripping folds. With a sinful thrust, Vladimir speared into her, impaling Sasha on his massive, veiny dick.
“Yes, yes, give it to me!” Sasha wailed. Vladimir pounded into her willing body with feral urgency, grunting and panting. The fleshy slap of their union echoed obscenely off the marble floors. Sasha raked her nails down his back, urging him deeper, relishing the delicious burn of his substantial girth stretching her greedy cunt. Orgasm crashed over her in wayward waves, her backside slamming against the wall with every erratic thrust.
“Yes, Vladimir, fill me, make me yours!” Sasha cried, her eyes rolling back in euphoria. With a booming roar, Vladimir hilted himself fully, his thick shaft erupting, pumping Sasha full of his viscous seed. They stayed tangled, slick with sweat and other more intimate fluids, panting against each other as the final aftershocks subsided.
Sasha extricated herself with a sly grin, wiping Vladimir’s seed from her swollen folds. “I hope this meets your expectations, sir,” she purred, peering at him through her long lashes. Vladimir groaned appreciatively, collecting Sasha’s hands in his own. “Sasha, milaya, you are a goddess. Poshliot slov, I will be frequenting this establishment much, much more often.”
Sasha giggled coquettishly and sashayed out of the room, adjusting her dress. Her best guest relations were only just beginning. After all, in Sasha’s line of work, the real service was just getting started.
