Room Service Seduction Cont'd

One hand gripped her ass, fingers digging in as he pulled her down, pressing her cunt harder into his face.

The other slid between them, up over her stomach to find her breasts. He cupped one roughly, thumb circling the stiff peak, then pinched her nipple as his tongue drew hard circles over her clit.

Camille moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through his shaft.

She adjusted her grip—both hands wrapping around the base now as she stroked in tandem with every bob of her head. Her fingers slid through the wet slickness that coated him, her palms gliding easily along the spit-slick length.

“Fuck,” Rafael groaned into her, his words muffled by her pussy, his tongue not stopping for a second.

She went deeper.

His cock pressed the back of her throat and she held there, swallowing gently around him, throat rippling, tears pricking her eyes as she moaned again. He bucked slightly beneath her, hips twitching in response, one hand slapping her ass hard enough to make her gasp.

Spit dripped from her lips, down over his balls.

Her pussy flooded his tongue.

Her hands pumped harder, her throat working, her hips grinding down on his face in messy, desperate circles.

Camille’s hips moved faster now, grinding hard against Rafael’s mouth, her slick folds smearing across his face as she rode his tongue with wild, needy rhythm.

His hands clamped down on her ass, fingers digging deep as he groaned into her pussy, licking and sucking her clit like he was trying to drink her dry. His tongue worked fast and relentless, wet sounds echoing between her thighs, his breath hot and hungry.

She stroked his cock harder, mouth stretched wide around him, spit and precum slicking her fingers as she bobbed with growing urgency. Her moans poured out around his shaft, muffled and desperate, throat vibrating against him.

“Fuck—fuck—Rafael—I’m gonna—”

Her whole body tensed.

Back arched. Toes curled. Her thighs clamped tight around his head as her orgasm hit hard, exploding like fire under her skin. She gasped around his cock, moaning helplessly as she came, pussy grinding against his tongue, hips jerking with each wave of release.

He didn’t stop.

He groaned into her, tongue still working as she convulsed, licking her through every tremble, every clench of her walls.

She was still shaking when it happened.

He grabbed her hips hard—one final thrust of his cock into her throat—and let out a deep, animal growl.

His cock throbbed in her mouth once, then pulsed hard, thick ropes of cum spilling over her tongue.

Camille moaned again, sucking him through it, swallowing every drop.

Rafael bucked beneath her, gasping, voice hoarse and broken.

They collapsed together—her body limp across his, his chest heaving under her weight, both of them soaked, messy, utterly wrecked.

Camille peeled herself off his body, legs trembling, breath still caught somewhere deep in her throat.

She stood—slowly—her skin flushed, slick with sweat and sex. Her knees barely held steady. Cum still clung to her lips and inner thighs. Her pussy throbbed with the memory of his tongue.

But she wanted more.

She turned wordlessly, eyes blazing, and walked to the writing desk on unsteady heels. She bent over it—palms flat on the cool wood, arching her back, ass high, thighs parted.

Rafeal stood, towering behind her, his cock already hard again, glistening with spit and slick from her mouth. His chest heaved as he stepped between her legs and grabbed her hips in both hands.

“Fuck,” he groaned, staring down at her perfect ass. “Look at you.”

He guided his cock to her entrance, rubbing the head against her swollen folds, smearing her wetness all over his length.

She pushed back.

“Do it,” she whispered, voice ragged. “I want all of it.”

He didn’t tease.

He thrust forward, burying himself deep in one smooth, brutal motion.

Camille let out a sharp, guttural cry as he filled her completely, the thick stretch burning just right, her pussy gripping him tight, wet, hungry.

“Fuck, Camille,” Rafael growled, hands tightening on her waist. “You’re so fucking wet—this pussy was made for me.”

He pulled back, hips snapping forward again with a loud slap of skin.

Camille’s fingers curled around the edge of the desk. She moaned shamelessly as he started to pound her, hips crashing into her ass again and again, each thrust deeper, rougher, filthier.

“Harder,” she gasped. “Don’t stop—fuck me—fuck me like you mean it—”

Rafael snarled behind her and slammed in harder.

The desk creaked under their weight.

His balls slapped her clit with every stroke.

Her tits bounced freely beneath her as she moaned, crying out with every thrust, her pussy soaked and clenching, juices dripping down her thighs and pooling on the floor.

Rafael gripped her tighter, thrusting faster now, cock sliding in and out of her like he owned her.

And in that moment—he fucking did.

Rafael’s hands slid up her sides as he pulled out slowly, her pussy slick and twitching from the pounding he’d just given her.

Camille gasped, her body still bent over the desk, legs quaking beneath her.

But he wasn’t finished.

He leaned over, wrapped an arm under her waist, and lifted her effortlessly off the edge. She let out a soft cry, arms wrapping around his neck, her body limp and eager in his hold. He carried her just a few steps and lowered her down onto the plush carpet—soft, warm, nothing between them but skin and sweat.

She landed with a moan, hair fanned out over the floor, her chest rising fast.

Rafael knelt between her thighs and positioned himself again, his cock coated in her slick, still thick and throbbing. He looked down at her, eyes blazing.

“You ready for more?” he rasped.

Camille reached down, spread her pussy wide for him. “Fill me the fuck up.”

He didn’t hesitate.

He pushed in deep, hard, one stroke all the way to the base. Her back arched off the floor, mouth falling open, moaning like a woman starved.

“Fuck—yes—yes—right there—”

Rafael dropped down, hips rolling into her, slow and heavy, cock dragging against every inch of her walls. He kissed her—rough, devouring—tongue plunging deep, mixing breath and spit and heat.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned against her lips, thrusting harder now.

Camille wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his back, pulling him in deeper. Her hips rose to meet every stroke, matching him thrust for thrust, her nails clawing down his back.

His mouth moved to her chest.

He sucked her nipple deep, swirling his tongue around it, tugging with his lips while he fucked her deeper, grinding his hips as he bottomed out.

Camille cried out again, fingers in his hair, her body rolling beneath him like a wave.

“Rafael—don’t stop—don’t you fucking stop—”

He growled into her skin, switched to her other nipple, biting, licking, thrusting harder, the slap of bodies echoing between them.

Rafael’s thrusts turned savage—deep, hungry, relentless. His cock slammed into her with every breath, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her chest, his mouth dragging across her neck and collarbone.

Camille’s fingers found her clit.

She rubbed hard, fast, wild circles, her hips bucking up to meet every stroke.

“Don’t stop—fuck me—fuck me harder,” she panted, her voice cracking with desperation, her body trembling under the pressure. “Rafael—please—I’m so close—don’t fucking stop—”

He didn’t.

He grunted with every thrust, hips slamming against her thighs, balls smacking wetly against her ass. Her pussy gripped him like a vice, slick and pulsing, drawing him deeper.

Camille cried out, back arching hard as her orgasm took her.

“Rafael!”

Her cunt clamped down tight, milking him, her fingers rubbing harder, faster, her legs locking around his waist as her whole body convulsed beneath him. She moaned through it, loud and broken, pussy twitching with every aftershock.

That was it.

That was all Rafael needed.

“Fuck—fuck—I’m gonna cum—”

He slammed into her one final time and buried himself to the hilt.

His cock throbbed once—twice—then exploded deep inside her, cum shooting thick and hot, coating her walls as he groaned loud, head thrown back, muscles seizing.

She felt every twitch.

Every pulse.

Every drop.

He collapsed onto her chest, both of them gasping, soaked, skin slick with sweat and sex, bodies tangled and ruined.

Neither of them moved or a made a sound.

Just breath.

And the slow, wet drip of his cum leaking out of her, soaking the carpet beneath.