The hotel was a five-star property near the airport, reserved exclusively for first-class crew and premium passengers like Damien Cross. Lila’s legs were still unsteady as she followed him through the private elevator. Her uniform skirt felt sticky against her thighs, Damien’s cum continuing to leak slowly into her ruined lace panties with every step. The memory of being fucked senseless in the airplane bathroom just hours ago made her pussy clench with fresh need.

The moment the hotel room door clicked shut behind them, Damien’s control snapped. He pushed her against the wall, one hand wrapping around her throat while the other yanked her blouse open, buttons scattering across...