Chapter 903: Room Service Lady - Samantha
Suddenly — three sharp knocks at the door.
"Room service..." ca a soft, polite female voice from the hallway.
Gabriela’s eyes snapped wide. She was still sprawled on the bed — legs slightly parted, sheets barely pulled up to cover her tits and the sticky ss between her thighs. Cum was still slowly leaking from her gaping asshole, soaking a dark wet spot beneath her ass. Her face flushed crimson in an instant.
"No—no—no—" she hissed under her breath, yanking the sheet higher to hide herself completely. "Jack—don’t answer— just ignore her— she’ll go away— por favor, I’m a ss... I sll like sex... like cum... like pee... my asshole’s still open... if she sees
like this I’ll die—"
But before she could finish her frantic whisper, I grinned down at her — dark, teasing — and called out loud enough for the hallway to hear:
"Coming..."
Gabriela’s mouth fell open in pure horror. She shot
a look that was equal parts blushing mortification and annoyed betrayal — cheeks burning, eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line.
"Jack... you bastard..." she mouthed silently, clutching the sheet tighter like it was armor.
I reached over and delivered a quick, possessive smack right across her covered ass — hard enough that the sound cracked through the room even through the fabric.
SMACK!
"Aaah!" she yelped — loud, involuntary, high-pitched — before clamping a hand over her mouth. Her whole body jolted, the sheet slipping just enough to reveal one swollen, red-tipped nipple. Fresh cum squeezed out of her wrecked hole from the impact, making her whimper again. "Jack—stop— that hurt... and it’s loud... she heard... she definitely heard..."
I just smirked, stood up, and grabbed my black boxer briefs from the floor. I pulled them on slowly — deliberately — letting her watch as my thick, semi-hard cock strained against the thin fabric.
The outline was obscene: the fat head clearly defined, the cock thick and heavy, a dark wet spot already forming where leftover cum and her juices had soaked through.
Gabriela’s eyes dropped straight to it. Her annoyed glare lted into sothing hungrier, more panicked.
"Jack... no... You can’t go to the door like that... everyone can see... your cock... It’s so obvious... it’s bulging... she’s gonna know... she’s gonna know you just fucked
senseless on the balcony... aaaah... put sothing else on... please..."
Gabriela’s whisper was frantic, high-pitched, her hands clutching the sheet like a lifeline while she tried to disappear under it. But her eyes kept flicking down to the obscene outline in my briefs — thick shaft curved to the side, head clearly defined, the dark wet patch spreading wider with every heartbeat.
I ignored every pleading word.
I walked to the door slowly — deliberately — letting my heavy cock bounce and swing visibly with each step. The fabric stretched taut, almost obscene, the head rubbing against the cotton with every movent.
I cracked the door open just enough to see out, blocking most of the room behind my body.
It wasn’t room service with champagne.
It was a woman in her mid-30s, hotel housekeeping uniform — dark blue polo, na tag reading "Samantha
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