Room Service - Volume 1: Episode 1

Michael Vegas hits the hotel lobby and Charly Summer's pussy is instantly soaked. One look at that sharp jawline and wallet of cash and she's climbing the walls. Unable to keep her fingers out of her panties any longer, she waits till the door clicks behind him, then slides her master keycard and slips inside. The maid's uniform disappears in one quick tug, skirt up around her waist, tits spilling free. Michael turns, stunned but not complaining when she drops to her knees, yanking his belt open with both hands. She gets her mouth on his cock in seconds, throat working, drool running down her chin, humming at how thick and hard he already is for her. He fucks her bent over the perfectly made bed, then bent over the desk, heels still on. Every time he thinks she's done she spins around, greedy for more—riding him reverse, legs spread wide, crying out when he slaps her ass and tells her how tight that married-girl pussy is. Their afternoon becomes one long, sweaty mess of wet slapping sounds and filthy praise until both are gasping and wrecked.