The hotel door clicked open, and there she stood—Miki, all five feet of sharp wit and unyielding fire, her almond eyes locking onto mine like she already owned the night. "Johnny, is it? The ad said you just want to lick. Cute. But I don't do submissive games. If your tongue's as talented as your promises, prove it. And don't bore me with small talk about Tokyo ramen." Her crimson lips curved in a smirk, voice laced with challenge. I stepped in, offering champagne and berries. "Fair enough, Miki. But my Janus side—the one that hungers—doesn't beg. It devours." We clinked glasses, tension crackling. She leaned in, whispering, "Then devour wisely, or I'll make you sweat for it." Without warning, I brushed her neck; she arched but gripped my jaw. "Slow down, charmer. I set the pace." Her sweater slipped off as witty barbs flew—her teasing my "altruistic" ad, me countering with her vacation hunger. Soon, towels fell, and I was hard, cock throbbing. She pushed me back, strong hands exploring. "Look at that hard cock, already dripping. Horny much?" Panting, she straddled my face, her wet pussy glistening, juices dripping as I licked her ass and folds. "Deeper, Johnny—make me cum first." She twisted into a 69, taking my cock in a fierce blowjob, tongue swirling while I feasted. Sweating, we built to frenzy—her pussy pulsing, my cum exploding as she came hard, both panting in ecstasy's grip.
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