By her

"I don't know how I'm going to take care of him, but I know what I want to do with her," you whisper to yourself as you watch her ass bounce in the jeans she's wearing.

"Someone go take care of that cunt's husband so I can go "take care" of her," you say to your staff as you send them away to Eva's room, already dreaming of **** her until you dropped a nice, thick load of your seed inside of her.

"I don't care what you have to do. Just get rid of him until I tell you I'm done with her," you say to one of your employees, sending them off to make up some fake excuse to get rid of her husband for you.

"He's gone," your employee texts you, letting you know that her husband has been taken care of as you rush off to her room, sliding the spare room key into the door to let yourself in.

"Gotcha bitch," you sneer as you run up to her and knock her to the floor, knocking the wind out of her as you unbutton her jeans and slid them off of her.

"Please don't hurt me. I'll give you anything you want," she whispered, not even making the connection that you were the one that checked her and her husband in at the front desk.

"I only want one thing from you Eva. And I'm about to get it," you hiss as you rip her panties off and pull off your pants, sneering as you start pushing your dick inside of her.