People watching us have morning sex in the hotel [Ebony]

The curtain is slightly drawn, a thin veil separating the hotel room from the prying eyes of the outside world. She’s on her knees, her ebony skin glistening under the morning light, her ass cheeks spread wide as she takes my cock from behind, her pussy muscles clenching around my shaft. Her moans are muffled by the pillow she’s biting into, but I can feel the vibrations of her ecstasy pulsating through her body. I grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back, making her arch her spine, exposing her throat. I lean down, biting her neck, leaving a mark. She screams into the pillow, her pussy flooding with juice, dripping down her thighs. I can see the people outside, their silhouettes moving around the pool, oblivious to the raw, unbridled fucking happening just a few feet away. I slap her ass hard, leaving a red handprint, making her scream again. I pull out, my cock glistening with her juices, and rub it against her asshole. She looks back at me, her eyes wild with lust, and nods. I spit on her asshole, rubbing the saliva in, before pushing the head of my cock against her tight ring. She pushes back against me, impaling herself on my cock, her ass swallowing me whole. I start fucking her ass, hard and fast, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the room. I can see the people outside, their eyes wide with shock as they watch us, but I don’t care. All I care about is the feeling of her ass around my cock, the sight of her ebony skin glistening with sweat, and the sound of her moans filling the room.

I grab her hips, pulling her back onto my cock, making her take every inch of me. I can feel her ass clamping down on my cock, her orgasm ripping through her body. I pull out, my cock throbbing, and come all over her back, my hot cum mixing with her sweat. She collapses onto the bed, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her orgasm. I lie down next to her, my cock still hard, ready for more. We’re both covered in sweat and cum, our bodies glistening in the morning light. We hear the murmurs of the people outside, their voices hushed as they talk about what they just saw. But we don’t care. We’re in our own world, a world of pleasure and pain, of lust and desire. And we’re not done yet.