The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the hotel suite. She met him early that morning, at a familiar place, but something about the energy between them felt different. Their clothes were quickly discarded, their hands and lips moving with an urgent need.

Inspired by a sudden idea, he asked her to join him by the window. He sat in the plush chair next to it, his cock already erect, the sunlight bathing his skin. She took in the sight of him, her eyes lingering on his readiness.

She opened a jar of coconut oil and scooped a small amount with her fingers. “This isn’t what I was thinking of when I packed it.” Kneeling before him, her brown eyes locked onto his as her lips closed around him. The coconut oil made every movement feel smooth, her mouth and tongue working him.

“Fuuuuck” he groaned as she was licking and swallowing him with urgent and deliberate precision. His head fell back against the chair, his fingers tangling in her soft, dark hair as a groan escaped his lips.

“Mmmm…oh, that’s good,” he growled, his voice low and filled with pleasure.

She could feel him growing harder. One hand glided over his thigh, while her other helped guide him deeper into her mouth. She could literally taste his excitement as he leaked into her mouth, the taste driving her wild. Every pass of her lips pulled more precum from him, and she smiled to herself.

Her mouth sensed the exact moment he decided this was no longer foreplay - he wasn’t going to stop her - he was going to finish this way. He couldn’t see her but she was grinning, her lips still wrapped around him. She could feel his cock swelling even more between her lips. He was so close.

When he was ready, he stood up quickly, his strong hands reaching for her shoulders to position her just right. She looked up, catching the intense look in his eyes as he released onto her chest. Thick white ropes of cum painted her tan skin, dripping slowly in the morning light.

He gazed down at her, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “We should get a pic of you down there,” he said, his voice husky, the afterglow still heavy between them. The way the light played across her skin, the contrast of white against her complexion, was something neither should forget.