Let's play Adam and Eve

There's something wicked about fucking in a forest-themed hotel bathroom—tiles like pine needles, shower still dripping like last night's rain. She stood in front of the mirror wiping on gloss when the guy she picked up two hours ago pushed the door open again. The skirt barely cleared her ass. He slid a hand between her thighs, found the gusset already damp, and hooked two fingers inside her. She smirked, bit her lower lip, shoved him back onto the slate floor. Dropped to her knees in that tiny puddle of water, pulled his cock out, and swallowed the whole length till her nose hit his stomach. Her mouth was sloppy and greedy, spit running down the shaft while she bobbed and moaned like she wanted the maid to hear. He ended up flat on his back, her hips grinding down, him thrusting up until her tits bounced under the tank top and the floor's fake moss tattoo got real slippery from everything leaking out of both of them.