My Forbidden Hotel Shower Fuck: The Vampire Nightmare Release
I’ve kept this locked in my private vault for years. That hotel room, two hours after the bloodbath. Sirens fading, bodies cooling behind us. Amel crashed on the bed, out cold. Nouria and I, bruised, alive. My last cash for the key. Receptionist eyed our wrecked faces but said nothing. Door clicks shut. Sanctuary.
Shower calls. I strip in the tiny bathroom. Blood crusts my skin, piss from fear stains my pants. Water blasts cold, shocks my balls. I stand there, shivering. Door creaks. Nouria slips in, naked. Her skin glows under the harsh light. Full tits, dark nipples hard. Curvy hips, that soft belly I crave. Tears hit me. She’s here. Alive. After vampires, bullets, death.
Unlocking the Private Locker
I break. No more holding back. Grab her wet shoulders. Pull her close. Her warmth hits my cold chest like fire. Lips crash. Tongues tangle, tasting salt tears and fear-sweat. Hands roam. Mine dig into her ass cheeks, firm and slick. She moans into my mouth. My cock stiffens against her thigh, pulsing with leftover adrenaline.
She drops to knees first. Water pounds us. Grips my shaft, strokes rough. Thumb circles the head, smears pre-cum. Looks up, eyes wild. ‘Ben.’ Sucks me in. Hot mouth engulfs. Tongue swirls the ridge. I groan, fists her wet hair. Balls tighten. She bobs deep, gags but pushes. Saliva mixes with soap, drips down her chin onto tits.
Can’t wait. Pull her up. Spin her against tiles. Legs spread. My fingers find her slit, soaked not just from water. Clit swollen, begging. Slide two in, curl. She bucks, nails rake my back. ‘Fuck me, Ben. Now.’ I line up. Head parts her lips. Thrust hard. She gasps, walls clench tight. Wet heat sucks me deeper.
Sealing the Secret Vault
Pound her. Hips slap wet skin. Each stroke grinds her clit. She claws the wall, bites my shoulder. Pain mixes pleasure. My balls slap her ass. Faster. Her pussy milks me, rhythmic squeezes. ‘Harder!’ I obey. Water stings eyes. Heart hammers. Visions flash: red eyes, fangs, Pigneaux’s corpse. Fuels me. Fuck the fear out.
She cums first. Body shakes, screams muffled on my neck. Floods my cock. I lose it. Bury deep, balls contract. Shoot ropes inside her. Hot spurts fill her pulsing cunt. Legs buckle. Hold her up. We slide down, water cascading. Panting, kissing sloppy.
Dry off slow. Towel her tits, gentle now. Carry to bed. Amel sleeps sound. We curl together, spent. Relief washes over. Vampires gone, for now. That fuck? Pure release. Raw need met. Secret shared here, in this locker. Vault snaps shut. Lighter. Ready for whatever’s next. But damn, that rush lingers.
