In the throes of an intense, age-old dance, destiny led young, jet-lagged Morgan to the door of the enchantress within—a stranger, yet soon to be so much more. Excuse me, Morgan timidly inquired, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and an urgent need. Could I possibly use your restroom? The stranger, a captivating woman with a sultry smile, pushed the door wide open, inviting not just Morgan s presence, but an undiscovered symphony of pleasure.
Of course, sweetheart, she purred, her voice a melody that shattered Morgan s inhibitions. As Morgan relieved herself, the woman watched, her eyes gleaming with a primal hunger. Morgan, now acutely aware of the alluring power in her release, decided to indulge in a wicked game of seduction. She let her climax leak, soaking through her panties, a sinful display that begged to be tasted.
The stranger, unable to resist the allure, crossed the room in a blur, her hands tearing at Morgan s clothing. Mmm, she moaned, her tongue
