Something about hotel rooms makes me so needy. The anonymous bed, the thin walls, knowing strangers are nearby. I pull up something filthy on my phone, prop it up, and settle back against the pillows. My hand drifts down automatically, lazy circles at first, getting wetter as I watch. I like taking my time when I m alone, letting the tension build, matching my rhythm to what s happening on screen. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine I m her, getting used, getting filled. Cumming quiet but hard.
