Slutty maid was fucked and creampied – SolaZola
The Slutty Maid and Her Shocking Secret: A Depraved Hotel Encounter
In the bustling heart of downtown, amidst the chiming of elevators and chattering of hotel guests, an unassuming door hinged open. Out stepped a vision in fishnets and frills – SolaZola, the hotel’s most bodacious buxom beauty, their maid of lusty secrets and a beguiling body ripe for the plucking. With each step, her hips swayed like a pendulum, drawing eyes that couldn’t resist her charms.
Little did the unaware hotel guests know, Sola had a sordid side. Underneath her prim and proper uniform, a dirty devil slumbered, stewing with sinful salaciousness. Her kinky mind continuously conjured fantastical scenarios – who wouldn’t crave a hotel dalliance with the scandalous slut, the kissing of forbidden fruit?
With a seduce-you-with-just-a-glance wink, Sola turned a corner and spied Mr. X, some well-dressed stranger, steps away. The heat of their gazes locked; attraction crackled between them. Sola knew in that instant what would unfold – she purred, “Follow me.”
Into a vacant room they scurried, the door creaking ever-so-slightly as it closed with a dull thud. Both knew this was wrong on every level, but, achingly, the line between right and wrong blurred into nothingness.
Sola ran her fingers around the collar of her uniform, tugging demurely, her neck creasing in the filthiest yet most fascinating way. She then pulled a provocative pose beside the four-poster bed, licking her lips. “You can have me…”
The well-groomed gentleman approached, his body on fire with writhing embers of sexual hunger. He reached out and traced her curves, feeling the surface of her curves. Sola saluted Mr. X’s touch, as he gradually peeled off the flimsy material, exposing her hard nipples.
A kiss on her nape, then lips grazing her ears, his touch sparkled like magic dust. Her slickness could just about be peeped through the black lace panties. Mr. X peeled them off and sunk two fingers into her slickness, her moan filling up his palms.
“Damn,” he hissed. “You’re tight.”
“Tight and eager,” she quipped back, “for your manhood.”
Mr. X sunk the rod and began to pump. The bedside rug massaged their feet as they moved in unison, grinding their hips together. Sola wrapped his body around like a tentacle, milking his rod with her g-spot.
“I want to be in full control,” she demanded. “I want to sit on you.”
“Then you will,” he said, and moved backwards. Sola climbed onto him, still holding his cock. In one swift motion, she took him inside, felt a rush of cool air anesthetize her womb. He plunged into her out and thrust his member deep inside her. Sola’s eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as his balls smacked against her ass.
Sola grabbed his hair and shoved him between her legs. She guided his cheek to suck and nibble her wet juices. Mr. X objected before giving in. He latched his mouth to her mound, licking the exit out of her sex.
“Go on. Tongue my clit.”
Her moans begin to skip, coming out her mouth as musical syllables. His tongue had now acquainted itself to the groove and each movement sent tinges of electricity down her spine.
He drank up her puddle and then reinserted his stiff pole. It penetrated into warm wetness, making her shiver. Their bodies moved like a symphony, providing musical notes. Her ass jiggled every time he smacked it, doubling their combined pleasure. A wave of sexual heat radiated from her, culminating in her climax.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m gonna…”
“Cum for me, baby. Mark me. Paint me white.”
His body tightened and in one final grabbed, his hot lava burst inside her pussy, spurting like a waterbed. Her and Mr. X’s bodies pressed tightly, sending them into a frenzy, both milking every bit of their crude coupling.
Their chests panted as if to mock the steam engine. Sweat dripped from their hairlines. They laid there in a sea of undone sheets and vices.
“You’re naughty,” Mr. X whispered.
“A real hotel slut,” she chuckled. But, it was their dirty little secret.
