Four Seasons
I scored a key to this opulent Four Seasons suite and dragged my eager friend inside to explore every inch. The lavish fixtures and silky sheets had me dripping with filthy need, so I raided the minibar, wrapped my fingers around a thick, cold bottle, and shoved it straight into my aching, soaked pussy—stretching myself wide while I moaned like a desperate slut. That's how every high-roller guest really puts their minibar to use, isn't it?
