Mark walked into the hotel room just behind Tiffany, a bombshell blonde that he picked up down at the lounge bar and managed to buy a few drinks for. They were both dressed up quite extravagantly, which wasn’t uncommon for the clients of this particular hotel. She wore a black cocktail dress that hugged her chest tightly to expose an unashamedly amount of immodest cleavage. He wore a pair of navy blue dress slacks and a vest to match that sat over a crisp white dress shirt.
The hotel room door shut behind him, and out of nowhere like an intense rush of untamed anticipation, Tiffany flung her arms around Mark’s neck and kissed him passionately. Their lips moved in a quick rhythm with one anothers in a series of deep, lustful kisses. Their breathing grew heavier in between each kiss. The moment became more intense with each second, clearly filled with sexual tension built up from their flirtatious banter in the bar.