The private room in the brothel was a haze of dim amber light, the velvet walls soaking up the glow, making everything feel like a dream. The red satin bed creaked under us, the mirrored ceiling throwing back warped reflections of our tangled bodies.
The electro beat from the speaker pulsed hard, the bass sinking into my bones, mixing with the sharp tang of wine still on my tongue. I lay flat on my back, Raya straddling me, her long boots digging into the mattress.
"Ummch… umm…" Raya's lips were on mine, smooching me messy and deep, her tongue brushing my own as she ground her ass against my dick.
My bulge strained tight against my jeans, throbbing with every roll of her hips, the friction driving me wild.
She pulled back, giggling, her voice low and teasing. "Ehehe, so fucking hot," she said, grabbing the hem of her red top—the one with the boob window—and yanking it over her head in one quick move. Her bare boobs spilled free, full and soft, as she tossed the top aside.
