Sarah smoothed her modest button-down dress outside the hotel room door, the fabric hugging her voluptuous curves just enough to hint at the fire beneath. At 38, the petite American-Portuguese beauty knew her body was a weapon—curvy hips, full breasts, and an ass that demanded attention. The instruction had been blunt: anal. She expected a man inside, hard and ready. Instead, she stepped in and froze.
A slender woman with cascading ginger hair stood by the window, draped in a spaghetti-strap gown that whispered against her skin. Amy, around thirty, looked equally startled, her green eyes narrowing.
"Well, this is awkward," Amy said, voice sharp and laced with wit. "I was promised a cock to ride, not a roommate. You the client?"
Sarah laughed, low and throaty. "Hardly. Name's Sarah. Instruction was 'anal'—figured I'd find some guy with a hard-on and a wallet. You?"
"Amy. Same deal. Thought I'd be on my knees giving a blowjob by now, not chatting with another woman." They exchanged a glance, both strong-willed pros who didn't bend easily.
They searched the room. Nightstand drawers revealed the toys: two anal plugs, a medium dildo, and a strap-on designed to penetrate the wearer too. Sarah picked up the strap-on, eyebrow raised. "Someone's got a voyeur kink. Wants us to put on a show."
Amy smirked, crossing her arms. "If we want paid, we fuck each other up the ass. Make it hot for extra? We earn double. You game, or we walk?"
"I'm no submissive doll," Sarah replied, stepping closer, her dress buttons straining. "But that strap-on looks like it could make us both drip. Let's give him a show he'll pay for."
Tension crackled. Amy's gown slipped off one shoulder as she reached for Sarah, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss. Hands roamed—Sarah's fingers tracing Amy's slender waist, Amy cupping Sarah's curvy ass. "You're already wet," Amy teased, sliding a hand under the dress. "Horny for this?"
"Pussy's throbbing," Sarah panted, unbuttoning her dress to reveal lace beneath. "Let's prep those plugs. I want your ass first."
They stripped, bodies glistening as sweat beaded. Amy strapped on the toy, the internal end sliding into her own wet pussy, making her gasp. Sarah bent over the bed, ass up, as Amy teased the plug in. "Fuck, that's tight," Sarah moaned, pushing back. The strap-on followed, hard and relentless, both women panting, dripping with need. The explosive rhythm built, cum and cries promising a night of raw, mutual pleasure.
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