The air in the cramped motel room hung heavy with the scent of cheap lavender air freshener and the faint tang of sweat. The flickering neon sign outside cast jagged streaks of pink and blue across the peeling wallpaper, illuminating Alexis in all her voluptuous glory. She sprawled across the sagging king-sized bed, her massive tits spilling out of a leopard-print bra that strained against her soft, doughy curves. Her thick thighs parted slightly, clad in ripped fishnet stockings that dug into her flesh, leaving little red indents. A tangled mane of bleach-blonde hair framed her face, streaked with sweat and smudged mascara, giving her the look of a woman who’d already been through a hell of a night—and loved every second of it. Her plump lips, painted a garish cherry red, parted as she let out a low, throaty chuckle, her hazel eyes glinting with a mix of exhaustion and insatiable hunger.
