Heather sank onto a barstool after her final conference, her curves filling out the sleek black dress that hugged her ample hips and breasts. The white BBW had earned this drink, but before she could order, a tall black man across the bar sent over a whiskey neat. He approached with a confident grin. "That one's on me. You look like you could use something strong after all those meetings." Heather raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Bold move. Most men wait for a signal before assuming a woman needs rescuing." He chuckled, sliding onto the stool beside her. "I'm Marcus. And I don't do signals—I do direct. What's your name, and why are you still here instead of upstairs unwinding?" "Heather," she replied, sipping the drink. "And I'm here because the view just got interesting. But don't think that buys you anything." Their banter sharpened quickly, laced with wit and heat. "You always this direct with strangers?" she teased. "Only the ones whose curves could stop traffic," Marcus shot back. "Bet that ass of yours has a mind of its own." Heather leaned in, her voice low and strong. "Flattery won't get you far, but honesty might. Tell me what you're really after." The tension crackled as she invited him up, her hand brushing his thigh. In her room, clothes hit the floor fast. Marcus's hard cock sprang free, thick and dark, and Heather dropped to her knees for a hungry blowjob, her mouth working him while she stayed in control. "That's it," she murmured between licks, "but don't think you're running this." He groaned, pulling her up to bend her over the bed. Her pussy was already wet and dripping as he thrust in deep, her ass bouncing with each stroke. They moved together, sweating and panting, her strong body riding him next until she came hard around his cock, milking him until he spilled cum deep inside her. Afterward, they lay tangled, catching their breath. Marcus traced her thigh. "Round one was just the start." Heather smiled wickedly. "Then let's see if you can keep up for the rest of the trip."
The night was far from over, and neither was their hunger.
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