Chapter 2: First Time in the Hotel

Zavian had been planning it for days without telling Sara. He booked a train ticket, lied about being busy with college assignments, and showed up in her city unannounced. Late afternoon, while Sara was still at home scrolling through their old dirty chats and feeling restless, her phone buzzed.

Zavian: Baby, come outside. I’m waiting near your gate in a black cab. Don’t make me wait too long ... I’ve been hard since the train journey thinking about you.

Sara’s heart nearly exploded. She quickly changed into a short sundress with nothing underneath, told her parents she was meeting a friend, and rushed out. The second she slid into the cab, Zavian pulled her close and kissed her deeply, his hand already sliding up her thigh.

“Fuck, you’re even prettier in person,” he whispered against her lips. “We’re going straight to the hotel. I booked a room for tonight.”

Twenty minutes later, they were inside a decent hotel room on the 7th floor. The door had barely clicked shut before Zavian pushed Sara against it, kissing her hungrily. His hands roamed everywhere — squeezing her ass, grabbing her tits through the thin dress, then slipping under it to find her already soaked pussy.

“No panties? Such a naughty little slut,” he growled, sliding two fingers along her wet slit. Sara moaned into his mouth, trembling with excitement.

“I’ve been wet for you since your message,” she admitted breathlessly.

Zavian stepped back, eyes dark with lust. “Strip. Slowly. I want to see everything I’ve been fantasizing about.”

Sara obeyed, biting her lip as she pulled the sundress over her head. She stood completely naked in front of him — perky C-cup tits with hard pink nipples, smooth shaved pussy, and flushed cheeks. Zavian drank in the sight, then pulled out his phone.

“Pose for me first. Just like the pics you sent.”

She did — turning around, bending slightly to show her ass, spreading her legs, cupping her breasts. He took several photos, then set the phone aside.

He undressed quickly, revealing his toned body and thick, rock-hard cock that she had seen so many times in videos. It looked even better in person — heavy, veined, and already leaking precum.

Zavian sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between his legs. “Suck it, Sara. Show me how much of a good girl you are.”

She dropped to her knees eagerly, wrapping her small hand around his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting him, before she took him deeper into her warm mouth. Zavian groaned, tangling his fingers in her hair as she bobbed her head, trying her best to take as much as she could. Gagging sounds filled the room as he gently fucked her mouth.