A Clandestine Fling

Leandro Watson stood close to the edge of the bed in the hotel room he had always booked for himself whenever he wanted to be alone or probably have a romantic time with his fiancée, Emma Morgan, outside his own house. He had come over to Spain to meet with some investors concerning a new cell phone his company was about to produce.

The hotel room is a presidential suite solely for Leandro's class in Palma, Spain. A young master billionaire and a big investor in the stock exchange market, who had in turn brewed riches for himself coupled with the Watsons' fortune.

Leandro had come to wait for Emma, as they had spoken earlier to meet at the hotel, and he had decided to grab a drink at the bar downstairs before coming to the room upstairs.

Leandro faced down at the lady laying flat on his bed like a lifeless soul. He smiled to himself, seeing Emma's beautiful face.

He was in a drunken state and could hardly see anyone clearly. He unfastened his royal blue Gucci shirt buttons, ready to pull it off.

His eyes were dim, and he felt dizzy at the same time, but that didn't stop his body from burning with hot pleasure. He glanced at the lady on the bed again.

He couldn't tell why she wasn't moving or responding to his talks, yet he kept muttering some words to her.

After stripping himself bare-naked, he bent over the lady to undress her like a gentleman.

"Don't worry, your baby will help you undress." He muttered.

He undressed her slowly and finished taking off all that she was wearing, revealing her seductive body.

He placed himself over her, properly caressing her beautiful face.

"Emma? Why are you sleeping? Your baby wants to ride deep down." Leandro's voice sounded hoarse as he spoke to the lady underneath him with no movement or response from her.

His hand moved slowly on her smooth and beautiful face while he planted kisses on her cheeks, her nose, her ears, and her forehead. Taking it one step at a time, he licked her collarbones, savouring every taste of her skin.

He kissed and bit her neck lightly, which made the lady let out a light moan from her subconsciousness. He moved to her lips and nimbled with them for a while before gently pushing his fish-like pinkish tongue into her mouth, brushing his lips against hers intensely, savouring every taste of her mouth with the smell of alcohol oozing out from the both of them.

He placed his left hand on her left perk, fondling her reddish udder, which had already reacted to the hot sensation. He didn't stop with the kiss, as he went further, sucking every bit of her lips while fondling her left udder, arousing his sensual organs.

He paused the kiss and glanced at her right perk with her udder pointing to his face. Leandro's eyes burned with pleasure; he couldn't resist the view and placed his tongue on it, nimbling the tip as he wishes.

He sucked hard on it, making his breath flow increase while still fondling her left udder.

He caressed and rubbed her skin with his right, big, smooth palm.

He sucked hard on her perks and made a light smack afterwards, now ready to feel the lower region.

He raised himself up slightly and moved down a bit, facing her stomach. He planted a hot, seductive kiss on her navel and let out his tongue as he licked on her smooth, fine skin.

Right now, he is too immersed in the role to bother about why the lady isn't responding as she should. All he wanted was to enjoy this process until the end.

He separated her fine, straight legs, and his gaze fell on her bean; his eyes lit up instantly!

It looked clean and perfect, and he lifted his hand to feel the heat and the wetness in it.

He fondled her clitoral area, pressing his thumb and rotating it on the outer part. His breath increased; it was becoming more intense for him as his rod stood with all might, ready to crush whatever came its way.

He pushed in his long middle finger, steadily rotating it in her, making her juice surge forth.

He repeated the process for a few seconds before fully pushing his finger in and out of her, continuously but gently.

He realised she was so tight; this increased the thrill in him as the pleasure in his eyes shone brighter.

"Emma? What did you do to yourself?" Leandro asked the lady underneath him with his dizzy eyes on her face, realising how tight she was.

He let his finger go in and out for a few more seconds before fully raising her butt, holding her two legs in his arms, gently pushing the tip of his tongue in, tingling her clitoral area, and having a taste of her juice.

He placed her down properly and adjusted himself as he placed himself over her. He held his rod and found his way in, starting with his cap touching her gate and gently pulling in into her. He steadied himself comfortably and moved, increasing his pace little by little.

The lady let out another moan from her subconscious mind.

Leandro increased his pace, ready to burst as he moved faster and couldn't help but groan.

"f*CK! Emma!"

Leandro let out a grunt, and his breath could be heard as he was panting from the sweet ride he had just completed.

He glanced at the lady again and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"Emma! You taste sweeter this time." He withdrew and immediately slumped on the left side of the bed, covering himself and the lady with a blanket, and he slept off after a few seconds.

****

The next morning, Alva awoke to find herself in an expensive hotel suit, spacious with gorgeous interior furnishings mostly for VIPs. She cradled her head in her hand as it hurt pretty bad.

She remembered how much she had drank the night before, despite the fact that she had a high alcohol tolerance and couldn't get intoxicated even after five to six bottles.

But, it's inexplicable how she ended here in the hotel room.

Wasn't she with her colleagues last night? What the h*ll is going on?

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