George sat alone in his dimly lit hotel room, scrolling through photos of his kids on his phone, the weight of his wedding ring a quiet reminder of home. A sharp knock broke the silence, and there stood Elena, his sharp-tongued coworker, in a silk robe that clung to her curves. "Burning the midnight oil, family man?" she teased, stepping inside without invitation. "Or just pretending you don't notice how I look at you during those endless meetings?" George shifted uncomfortably. "Elena, this isn't a good idea. I'm married. Three kids. You know that." She laughed, a low, confident sound, closing the door. "And yet here you are, sweating already. Let's see if that ring stops you from getting hard."
Elena shed her robe, revealing smooth skin and a body that demanded attention, her eyes locking on his with unyielding fire. "Witty as ever, aren't you?" George muttered, but his voice wavered as she approached. "I'm not some conquest for your ego," he protested, though his pulse raced. She smirked, strong hands on his chest. "Ego? Please. You're the one who's been staring at my ass all week. Admit it—you're horny, and that commitment's cracking." Her fingers traced lower, finding him already stirring despite his words. "Resist all you want, but your cock says otherwise."
The tension snapped as she pushed him back onto the bed, her strength evident in every move. Elena knelt, freeing his hard cock with a wicked grin. "Let's turn that guilt into something dripping with pleasure," she said, taking him into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob that made him groan. George panted, hands fisting the sheets. "This is wrong... but fuck, don't stop." She worked him expertly, wet and relentless, until he was throbbing and desperate.
Flipping positions with ease, Elena straddled him, guiding his cock into her wet pussy. "Ride me like you mean it," she commanded, her voice husky and unyielding as she sank down, ass grinding against him. They moved in a frenzy, bodies sweating and panting, her strong thighs controlling the rhythm while he thrust up, guilt twisting with raw lust. "You're so tight—I'm losing it," he gasped. She rode harder, nails raking his chest. "Cum for me, family man. Fill this pussy."
George came with a shuddering cry, spilling deep inside her as she followed, clenching and moaning her own release. They collapsed in a heap of slick skin and heavy breaths, the room thick with the scent of sex. Elena rolled off, smirking at his conflicted expression. "Feel guilty yet? Or just more turned on than you've been in years?"
He lay there, ring glinting mockingly under the lights, the taste of her still on his lips. Elena dressed slowly, tossing him a glance over her shoulder. "Business trips have a way of repeating themselves—don't think this ends here."
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