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She sat in her hotel room in Munich, surrounded by the anonymous walls and the distant noise of the city, and thought of him. Her hand wandered unconsciously between her thighs as memories of him shot through her head. It had been years since they had last seen each other, since their affair had ended in a cloud of horny passion and dirty secrets. Back then, she had been an up-and-coming publisher, he a young author with a cock that drove her crazy. Their relationship had been marked from the start by an intensity she had never found again. They had met in dark hotels, hidden corners, and on night trains, always in search of the next, most intense fuck. She remembered the first time he had taken her in a train toilet, her skirts pushed up, her panties pulled aside, while the train raced through the night. His hard cock had slid into her wet cunt, and she had had to hold onto the cold wall while he fucked her from behind, her moans drowned out by the clattering of the wheels.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the train passing through the station. She closed her eyes and let herself drift on the memory of the nights with him. They had sat in third class, surrounded by strangers, and had secretly touched each other under a blanket. His fingers had crawled under her skirt, stroked through her panties until she was wet and her thighs trembled open. The landscape passed by the window as he brought her to climax with his fingers, her orgasm coming in time with the rails. They hadn’t talked, just heard the creaking of the train and their own sharp breathing. She had felt so alive, so free, so horny — as if they could do anything without anyone watching. When she opened her eyes, she saw a piece of paper lying on the table. On it was a name and a room number. It was his handwriting. Her heart raced. He was in the hotel. He was looking for her. She felt her cunt get wet, felt her nipples harden under her blouse.
She stood up and walked to the elevator, her legs trembling with excitement. Between her thighs she felt the warmth spreading, the anticipation of what was to come. She didn’t know what to expect, but she knew she needed him. When the elevator stopped on his floor, she stepped out. There he stood in the hallway, his eyes searching for her. He looked older, but his eyes had the same hunger. That horny, wild hunger she had never forgotten. They walked towards each other without a word. The tension between them was palpable, like an electric current flowing through their bodies. They went into his room, and barely had he closed the door behind them when she was in his arms. His hands grabbed for her, tugged at her clothes, almost tore at her blouse. “I’ve missed you,” he panted, his voice hoarse with desire. “I’ve missed every single part of your body.”
His hands were everywhere. They stroked her skin, her hair, her lips — but then they grew greedier. He ripped her blouse open, buttons flying across the room. He leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it until it was hard and pointed. She moaned loudly, digging her fingers into his hair. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me like you used to.” His hands moved to her skirt, unzipped it, let the fabric fall to the floor. Underneath she wore only a thin lace thong, already damp. He pushed his hand inside, sliding a finger over her wet slit. “You’re already so wet,” he growled. “So fucking horny to be fucked by me.” She nodded, her breath coming in gasps. “Yes. I want to feel your hard cock inside me.” He pulled his fingers out of her thong, licked them clean, his eyes dark with lust. Then he turned her around and pressed her against the wall.
He tore open his pants, let them fall, and his cock sprang free. It was long, thick, the glans glistening wet. She felt her mouth go dry, felt her cunt throb. He pressed her upper body against the cold wall, pushed her thong aside, and then he was inside her. A long, deep thrust that made them both groan. His hips pressed against her ass, his cock filling her completely. “Yes, just like that,” she panted. “Fuck me hard.” He pulled back almost all the way before thrusting again, his balls slapping against her wet cunt. The rhythm grew faster, harder, each thrust driving her deeper into the wall. Her hands slid over the wallpaper as she tried to find purchase. He grabbed her hips, pulling her against him as he took her from behind. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving red marks.
He pulled out of her and turned her around. His eyes burned as he looked at her. “I want you on the bed,” he said. “I want your legs in the air while I come inside you.” She fell onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her cunt was red and wet with desire. He climbed over her, his cock trembling with excitement. He leaned forward and pressed the tip into her. She felt him enter slowly, felt her inner muscles clench around him. She bit her lip to keep from screaming. He leaned forward, took her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as he moved inside her. His hips slapped against hers, a wet, smacking sound filling the room. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned against her skin. “Your tight cunt feels just like before.”
His hand moved between her legs, his fingers finding her clit. He rubbed it in rhythm with his thrusts, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her back arched, her fingers clawed at the sheets. “I’m coming,” she panted. “I’m about to come.” He fucked her harder, faster, his thrusts becoming uncontrolled. “Come for me,” he growled. “Let me feel your wet cunt around my cock.” It hit her like a wave, spreading from her clit, flowing through her entire body. Her inner muscles spasmed around his cock, pulling him deeper as she trembled and moaned. Her orgasm shook her, made her legs tremble. He fucked her through her peak, driving her even higher.
When her trembling subsided, he didn’t pull out. He pulled her onto her knees, turned her around, and laid her head on the pillow. “Get your ass ready,” he whispered. Her heart beat faster. She had loved it when he took her there. She reached back her hand.
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