Regina could still taste Anton’s warm seed fresh on her palate, and even in her flummoxed state she couldn’t get over how he’d recovered so gloriously since his first nut to be pounding her so ruthlessly from behind. Regina was sure at some point everything that happened over the previous hour might one day make some sense, but as she knelt there on all fours, her body as well as her moral will stripped bare as she allowed a man barely half her age to have his utter and complete way with her, all she cared about was feeling every morsel of joy the young stud was bringing her.
She was sure the people in the next room could hear her wails as Anton pounded her. All 10 of his fingers dug into her meaty backside as he usurped complete control, Regina envisioned what the tenants’ faces on the other side of the wall must look like as her shrieks of lust bled through. Just like her, they were travelers taking shelter from the storm and by morning and they’d be on their seperate ways never having to put a face with the late night moans, but for the next few hours she was sure they would be losing some sleep.
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The two had been sitting in the front seat of Regina’s car after they’d pulled up to the office of the Motel 6. It was the only spot on the exit that still had a vacancy sign flashing, and it was clear that was going to be the pair’s only port on this night.
Strangely, it hadn’t been totally unexpected when the Swiss exchange student leaned to his right and placed a firm and unapologetic kiss square on her lips. A woman often times has a sixth sense about those types of things. Obviously she was taken aback by his brazenness, and did momentarily put her hands up in stunned protest, but what truly startled Regina was the how quickly, and for that matter, how ferociously she found herself kissing him back.
Regina remembered the smug and knowing look on the night clerk’s face when she paid for the room. It was clear in the paunchy, old man’s gaze that he could sense that the strapping young lad standing behind her wasn’t her son. Regina was on the shorter side, just a tad over 5’2″ and admittedly a little overweight. She had her Mother’s rounded face with her Father’s curly, dark red hair. Anton, on the other hand, was very tall and lean, his cheek bones chiseled as his long, light brown locks flowed down past the sleet covered fabric of his black stocking cap.
Listening to the credit card receipt running through the clerk’s printer, Regina’s temples pounded as she contemplated what she was about to do. Signing the slip of paper almost felt symbolic in a way, as if she was somehow signing away her life for the next few hours. She even blushed when she locked eyes one last time when the man behind the counter, her mouth going dry when he offered the odd coupling a sly grin and wished them a good night.
It didn’t take long for everything in that night clerk’s assuming stare to come to fruition once Regina and Anton were alone in the room. Her fate sealed the instant he closed the door behind him, before Regina could exhale the breath lodged in her throat, Anton gallantly swirled around and planted his lips directly down on hers. This time he snaked his arms around the married woman’s back and held her in place as he caressed his tongue gently into Regina’s welcoming mouth.