Hotel with Savannah

The city's pulse thrummed beneath their feet as Lisa and Savannah stepped out of the subway, their bodies still humming with the electric charge of their clandestine encounter. The thrill of their hidden tryst lingered in the air, a tangible reminder of the fire they had ignited in the shadowed corners of the underground. They were strangers no more, united by an insatiable hunger that neither could deny.

With flushed cheeks and hearts racing, they hurried through the bustling streets, their hands brushing, igniting sparks with every touch. The nearest hotel loomed ahead, a beacon of promised pleasure. Savannah's long strides ate up the pavement, her tall frame a comforting presence beside Lisa, who matched her pace with eager steps.

They tumbled into the hotel lobby. Savannah's deep voice cut through the air as she secured a room, her words laced with urgency. The elevator doors closed behind them, and they were alone once more.

The moment the doors closed, they were on each other, kissing each other like crazy. Savannah's hands roamed Lisa's body, gripping her firm ass as Lisa's fingers threaded through Savannah's dark curls. Their kiss was a battle, a clash of teeth and tongues that left them both breathless and **** for more.

"I can't stop thinking about this pussy," Savannah growled against Lisa's mouth, her voice thick with lust.

"Then take it," Lisa challenged, her blue eyes dark with desire. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it? When you felt me up in the crowd, you were imagining how tight I'd be around your dick."

Savannah's response was a primal sound that vibrated through them both as the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival. They spilled out into the hallway, a tangle of limbs and heated skin, groping and grinding against each other as they fumbled with the key card.

The door swung open, and they stumbled inside, their lips never parting. Savannah kicked the door shut behind them, the sound echoing in the silence of the room. In one fluid motion, she walked Lisa backward until her back hit the wall with a thud.

Clothes were discarded in a feverish rush. Lisa's blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she stood naked before Savannah, her pert breasts heaving with anticipation. Savannah's eyes drank in the sight, her gaze lingering on the pink flush of Lisa's arousal.

With a strength that took Lisa's breath away, Savannah lifted her off the ground, pinning her against the wall. Lisa wrapped her legs around Savannah's waist, feeling the hard length of her cock pressing against her wetness.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," Savannah murmured, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Lisa's spine.

"Only for you," Lisa moaned, her fingers digging into Savannah's broad shoulders.

Their mouths crashed together once more, a messy, hungry kiss that spoke of need and desire. Savannah's hands gripped Lisa's hips, holding her in place as she ground against her, the tip of her dick teasing Lisa's entrance.

"You're such a slut for this dick, aren't you?" Savannah taunted, her eyes gleaming with lust.

"Yes," Lisa gasped, her head falling back against the wall as Savannah entered her with one swift thrust. The sensation of being filled so completely took her breath away, a mix of pleasure and pain that had her screaming Savannah's name.

Savannah didn't waste any time, setting a punishing rhythm that had Lisa seeing stars. She drove into Lisa again and again, each stroke hitting that sweet spot inside her. Lisa's cries of pleasure echoed off the walls, a symphony of lust that spurred Savannah on.

They moved as one, a dance of bodies and souls that transcended the physical. Savannah's muscles strained with the effort of holding Lisa aloft, but the sight of her taking every inch of her dick was worth it. Lisa's pussy gripped her tight, a vice grip that threatened to milk her dry.

"Touch yourself," Savannah commanded, her voice a guttural growl. Lisa's hand snaked between their bodies, her fingers finding her swollen clit. She circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, her body tightening with every stroke.

Their movements became frantic, a race towards the inevitable climax. Savannah's thrusts became erratic, her control slipping as Lisa's pussy fluttered around her. With a final, powerful thrust, they tumbled over the edge together, their cries of release mingling in the air.

Savannah's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her dick pulsing as she filled Lisa with her hot cum. Lisa's body convulsed, her own orgasm crashing through her like a wave, her juices mingling with Savannah's as they clung to each other, spent and sated.

They collapsed onto the bed, a mess of tangled limbs and panting breaths. Savannah's softening dick slipped from Lisa's grip, leaving them both feeling hollow but replete.

As their breathing slowed, Savannah rolled onto her side, pulling Lisa close. Their lips met in a tender kiss, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion that had consumed them just moments before.

"That was... incredible," Lisa whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"What do you mean was?," Savannah replied with a wicked grin, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Lisa's sweat-slicked skin.