Out of season seaside hotel; crumbling masonry, fading glamour and audibly complaining bed springs.
With looming deadlines we pull an all-nighter; writhing obstinately on starch stiff sheets. Her tongue slathering expertly through dewdrop glistening petals, fingers probing, juice-coated, into demanding, insatiable holes.
Persistently driven to where sight becomes starburst. Breath, endless ragged gasps. The only sensation the burning, throbbing want exploding through my wildly bucking groin until, finally, she permits blessed release.
Over and over. Again and again.
Bathed in pallid morning light, Visa and SumUp exchange numbers as we air kiss goodbyes, guaranteeing her five star review on checkatrade.com.
