Hotel Handjob: Exclusive Must-Have Best Experience

So this hotel handjob thing happened last month when I was traveling for work, and honestly I still think about it. I’d ordered room service, half-watching some boring movie, when she knocked and I opened the door to this woman with the kind of smile that tells you she already knows how the night’s going to go. She stepped in, closed the door behind her, and just started kissing me slow, backing me toward the bed until I sat down on the edge. She poured a little oil into her palm, warmed it between her hands, and then wrapped her fingers around me, and I swear the first stroke made my whole body twitch. She kept it teasing like that, never rushing, just this steady pull and release while her other hand rested on my thigh, and every time I got close she’d slow down to a crawl, grinning at me. I told her she was killing me and she just laughed softly and kept that rhythm going, her tits right there in front of me, and when I finally couldn’t hold back anymore she didn’t stop, just tightened her grip and watched me come apart under her hands. We didn’t say much after, just lay there catching our breath, and she kissed my shoulder before she left.