POVdreams COM – LITTLECAPRICE im fremden Hotelzimmer gefickt in las vegas

Title: A Naughty Encounter in Vegas: Little Caprice’s POV

The desert air was thick with anticipation as Little Caprice stepped out of the taxi. Her heels clicked against the pavement, echoing through the empty parking lot. The neon lights of the Vegas strip shimmered in the distance, beckoning her to join the fray. But tonight, she had other plans.

The hotel room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to hide the commotion outside. Little Caprice slipped inside, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the shower running, a steady drip-drip-drip against the porcelain. She licked her lips, her imagination already running wild.

As she crept closer to the bathroom, the door swung open. A tall, muscular figure emerged, steam billowing around him. His skin glistened under the soft glow of the lamp, droplets of water trailing down his chiseled abs.

Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still. Little Caprice felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins, setting every nerve ending on fire. She stepped closer, her lips parted in anticipation.

“Hey there, handsome,” she purred, running her fingers along his chest. “Fancy meeting you here.”

He smirked, his eyes dark with lust. “Well, well, well,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. “Looks like you’re just what I’ve been craving.”

In one swift motion, he grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Their lips collided in a fiery kiss, tongues entwining in a passionate dance. Little Caprice moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming over his defined muscles.

He pushed her against the wall, his hands eagerly exploring her curves. He groped her breasts through her thin shirt, pinching and teasing her hardened nipples. She gasped, arching her back to give him better access.

His fingers deftly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her lacy bra underneath. He tugged it down, freeing her perfect breasts. She could feel his erection pressing against her thigh, hard and ready.

Little Caprice reached down, slipping her hand into his boxers. She grasped his thick cock, stroking it slowly. He groaned, his hips thrusting forward, yearning for more contact.

Faster than she could blink, he tore her panties off, leaving her bare and exposed. He lifted her up, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock rubbed against her slick folds, making her squirm with need.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, desperate for him to fill her completely.

He obliged, sliding into her wet heat with a low growl. She cried out, her nails digging into his back. He began to move, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace.

The room filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, flesh hitting flesh. Little Caprice clung to him, her breath coming out in short gasps. She could feel him getting deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside her that made every nerve ending come alive.

He pounded into her relentlessly, his cock stretching her walls. She met his thrusts, grinding against him, desperate for more. She could feel the coil tightening in her stomach, a wave of pleasure building within her.

“Fuck,” she cursed, her head falling back against the wall. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans. His hand moved down to her clit, massaging it in slow circles. That was all it took. Little Caprice came undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. She squeezed around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

With a final thrust, he pushed deep inside her and came, filling her with his hot seed. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies pressed together, chests heaving.

As their hearts slowed down, Little Caprice smiled. This was more than just a one night stand. It was a preview of everything that was to come. She had scored the deal of a lifetime, and now, she was ready to collect.

The video ended with Little Caprice walking away, a satisfied smirk on her face. The scene had been raw and passionate, a testament to the power of chemistry and attraction.

But as the credits rolled, one couldn’t help but wonder if the encounter meant more than just a fleeting moment of pleasure. Was this the start of something bigger, a journey of two souls connecting?

Only time would tell. But one thing was certain – Little Caprice would never forget that night in Vegas. The desert would forever hold a special place in her heart, a reminder of the moment she let go and gave in to her desires.

The end.