Cassie2Sassy Hotel Fucked by Joshua Lewis

So you know that cassie2sassy hotel thing? God, it comes flooding back every time I think about it, that cassie2sassy hotel check-in where the walls felt like they were holding onto our secrets by the time we left. I’d just kicked off my heels, the a/c groaning over the street noise below, and then there he was, Joshua Lewis, leaning in the doorframe like he owned the place, all lazy grin and confident shoulders, and my stomach just did this slow, warm flip because we both knew why he was there. We skipped the small talk, hands already finding skin, and when he pulled that flimsy hotel robe off my shoulders, the air hit my nipples and I remember thinking, this is getting real, as his mouth found my neck and I let out this breathy little laugh because it was just so charged. The blowjob got messy, passionate, my knees pressing into the carpet while I took him deep, tasting the salt, loving the way his fingers wound into my hair, and then he flipped me onto the bed and rode me in cowgirl until my thighs burned, the headboard knocking a steady rhythm against the plaster, before he spun me around for doggystyle, my face pressed into the pillow while his hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave faint marks, the view of that city through the window blurring as we moved faster, sweat and breath mixing, until he pulled out and came across my lower back with this deep, guttural sound that set the whole memory on fire. Just raw, unplanned, honest.