She was a temptress, a siren with eyes that shone like the moon on a dark night. Her name was Lila, but she went by Lily in bed - the sweetest, most decadent name imaginable. Our fingers danced across each other's body as we sat side-by-side at the bar. The neon lights of the dimly lit room cast long shadows on our faces, and the scent of cheap booze mixed with her perfume filled my nostrils.
As the night progressed, the tension between us grew thicker than a Louisiana swamp. We were both married but found ourselves in this seedy hotel room, where the walls seemed to close in around us. The air was thick with anticipation and a strange, intoxicating blend of lust and fear.
She reached over and placed her hand on my thigh, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine. Her touch was softer than a feather, yet firm enough to demand attention. My cock, which had been dormant for days, began to stir beneath the surface of my pants. It pulsed like a living thing, hungry and eager for what was to come.
Lila pulled me close and whispered in my ear, her voice a smoky caress that sent shivers down my spine. "Do you want this, baby?" she asked, her fingers tracing the outline of my erection through the fabric of my trousers. "Can you handle how hot I am? Are you ready to feel me inside you?"
I nodded, unable to speak as my desire surged like a tidal wave. She slid her hand into my pants and wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, giving it a firm squeeze that made me groan with pleasure. She tugged on it playfully, coaxing it from its confines and letting it stand proudly against my abdomen.
Lila moved her lips to my neck, leaving a trail of wet, sloppy kisses that made my head spin. Her tongue flicked across the sensitive skin there, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. She nipped at my earlobe, eliciting a low moan from deep within my chest.
"Oh, Lily," I breathed, unable to hold back any longer. "I want you so bad."
With that, she pushed me onto the bed and straddled my hips. Her eyes locked with mine as she lowered herself onto my cock, taking it in slowly, inch by inch. The sensation was indescribable - a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made me buck beneath her. She rode me hard, grinding against me until we were both panting for breath.
Lila arched her back and ground her hips into mine, her nails digging into my skin as she sought to find release. Her pussy was wet and warm, like a velvet glove wrapped around my cock. I could feel the rhythmic pulsing of her clit against me, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
As we continued to fuck, the room seemed to disappear around us. There were no walls, no furniture - only Lila's body and our combined desire. Our moans and gasps filled the air like a symphony of passion, each note building toward an explosive climax.
My balls tightened, signaling that my orgasm was imminent. With a final surge of energy, I thrust upwards, driving deep into Lila's core. She cried out, her body trembling as she came too, our bodies locked together in a dance of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
As the last shudders of our orgasms faded away, we collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweating like two animals fresh from battle. Lila kissed me gently on the forehead before rolling off to the side, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
"That was amazing," I whispered, my heart still pounding in my chest. "But we can't do this again."
She smiled, her eyes filled with a mixture of regret and desire. "I know," she said softly. "But sometimes, the thrill of infidelity gets too hot to handle."