The stale air of the hotel room hung heavy as I pushed my cleaning cart down the hall. I loved my job, the monotony comforting in a way. But sometimes, a little excitement spiced things up. Like this morning. The door to room 212 was slightly ajar. I hesitated, then peeked inside.
A blonde sexy blonde woman, probably in her early twenties, lay sprawled on the bed in just a silk robe, the cup A barely containing her pert breasts. She was masturbating, a look of pure pleasure on her face. I should've closed the door, but I couldn't look away.
Suddenly, the door swung open further, revealing a man – clearly not her husband. He had fiery red hair and a hungry glint in his eyes. He closed the door behind him, locking it with a click. "Thought I'd give you a little help, babe," he purred, his voice husky.
He dropped to his knees between her legs and started licking pussy, his tongue tracing every curve. She moaned, arching her back, her fingers tangling in his hair. It was mesmerizing. He worked his magic, his fingers teasing her clit while his tongue dove deep. She was close, I could feel it even from the doorway.
He moved up, straddling her. "Let's try this the old fashioned way" He smiled. He positioned himself in a missionary position and started thrusting deep. It wasn't long before he flipped her over into doggystyle, grabbing her hips and slamming into her with raw intensity.
She begged for more. He quickly switched to a handjob, teasing her until she screamed out her pleasure. With a final thrust, he erupted, a huge big cumshot splattering across her natural tits.
I knew I had to leave. The heat in my face from peeping, excitement in my stomach... I pushed my cart away, a homemade video playing over and over in my mind.
