Lana opened the door.
She wasn't Margot, but he wanted simple and his life was as complex as it had ever been.
Lana Rhoades stood in the dim light of the hotel bedroom, her lithe body a vision of practiced allure—long, dark hair cascading over shoulders, full lips curved in a knowing smile.
Her skin glowed olive under the soft lamp, curves generous yet toned from years in the industry: heavy breasts straining against a sheer black lace bra, nipples dark and peaked; a narrow waist flaring to wide hips and a round ass that begged to be gripped.
She wore matching thong panties, the fabric clinging to her smooth, shaved mound, a faint damp spot betraying her readiness and as she turned slightly, Donovan caught sight of the intricate ink on her right ass cheek—a double heart.
He liked it immediately, the way it accentuated her curves, adding a rebellious edge that stirred his cock.
Eyes locked on his, she exuded confidence, no games—just raw, available heat.
Donovan felt the pull, a temporary escape from the chaos, her body promising ease where Margot's memory tangled everything.
They sat on the edge of the bed, the city lights twinkling beyond the windows.
Lana leaned in, her hand resting on his thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles that sent sparks up his leg. "So, ground rules?" Donovan asked, voice steady but curious, his gaze dipping to her cleavage.
She shrugged, breasts shifting enticingly, the lace barely containing them. 'Whatever you want, baby. I'm game for it all— it's Your call.' Her tone was casual, eyes gleaming with experience, lips parting slightly as if tasting the words.
Donovan raised an eyebrow, impressed by her directness—no hesitation, just pure willingness. 'Damn, you're straightforward. Most people dance around it.'
She laughed low, throaty, her hand sliding higher on his thigh. 'All the time. Why waste time? Tell me your boundaries, and we're set. Condoms? Toys? Anal? I'm soaked just thinking about it.'
He nodded, appreciating the no-nonsense vibe, his cock twitching at her boldness. 'Condoms only, and we're good. No strings after. But yeah, that tattoo on your ass—fucking hot. Makes me want to trace it.'
Lana grinned, turning to give him a better view, the rose blooming vivid against her skin. 'Glad you like it. Bite it if you want.' The air thickened with anticipation, her readiness fueling his desire, words hanging heavy like foreplay.
Donovan reached into the nightstand, pulling out a foil packet. 'Safety first,' he said, tearing it open with his teeth.
Lana's eyes lit up, and before he could roll it on, she snatched it from his fingers, dropping to her knees between his legs.
Her hands tugged his pants down fully, freeing his semi-hard cock—thick and veined, twitching in the cool air, pre-cum beading at the slit.
She leaned in, lips parting to take the condom's tip into her mouth, unrolling it slowly down his shaft with her tongue pressing against the latex.
The sensation was warm, wet suction pulling him harder, her cheeks hollowing as she worked it to the base, saliva mixing with the lube, dripping down his balls.
Donovan watched, pulse quickening, the trick feeling familiar—echoing Nicole's move earlier, less novel now, the surprise dulled by repetition. "Do they teach that at pornstar school? "
Still, her skill was undeniable; she bobbed once, fully sheathed, tongue swirling the base before pulling back with a pop, strings of spit connecting her lips to the latex.
'Well, we learn tricks like that—gotta stay safe. Get pregnant, and our careers are over or on hold. But fuck, your cock looks good like this, ready to stretch me," she purred, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, eyes locked on his throbbing length.
He chuckled, stroking her hair, thumb brushing her cheek. "Well, let's hope that doesn't happen. Can't have you sidelined."
Inside, Margot's wilder touches lingered, her frantic grabs making this polished act seem routine, but Lana's confidence kept him engaged. "Nah, I'd ride you raw if I could, but this'll do. Now, fuck me already—my pussy's aching."
She rose, shedding her lingerie in fluid motions—bra unclasped to let her breasts spill free, heavy and swaying, nipples erect like chocolate kisses begging to be sucked; thong slid down toned legs, revealing her bare pussy, lips plump and glistening, clit peeking swollen.
Donovan stripped too, his body lean and muscled from the court, cock now rigid under the condom, veins bulging.
He guided her onto the bed, laying her back gently, positioning between her thighs, his hands roaming her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her tits.
Margot's face flashed—her frantic urgency, the way she'd clawed at him in that hotel chaos, nails digging bloody.
Distracted, he pushed in slow, her pussy welcoming with slick heat, walls parting around his girth like velvet jaws. Lana moaned low, legs wrapping his waist, heels digging into his ass.
"Oh shit, you're thick—fill me up," she gasped, pussy clenching greedy. Donovan's thrusts started measured, hips rolling gentle, savoring the slide without the raw edge, his mind half elsewhere.
He kissed her neck light, tongue lapping the salt of her skin, one hand cupping a breast, thumb circling the nipple lazy, pinching just enough to make her arch.
He pulled back halfway, then eased in again, building a steady rhythm—each plunge deliberate, his body hovering over hers, abs flexing with control, sweat already beading on his chest.
Lana arched slightly, hands on his shoulders, nails scraping faint.
"Feels good, but deeper—ram it in," she breathed, pussy clenching tentative, juices coating the latex in creamy sheen.
But Donovan's mind wandered to Margot's sloppy desperation, the way her body had trembled uncoordinated, pulling him into oblivion with her drunken whimpers.
Here, he kept it tender, thrusts shallow at first, grinding his base against her clit for friction, the nub hardening under the pressure.
She rocked up to meet him, breasts bouncing soft with each connection, nipples grazing his chest hair, sending jolts straight to his balls.
"Mmm, yeah, rub there" Lana urged, her voice husky, hips circling to chase more.
Sweat beaded on his brow, the gentleness a shield against the emotional pull elsewhere.
Lana's moans grew breathier, legs tightening around him, inner thighs slick with arousal.
Deeper now, he angled to hit her front wall, cock dragging along the textured ridges inside her, G-spot swelling under the assault. Her walls gripped warmer, arousal building as she hooked an ankle behind his knee, pulling him closer.
Donovan leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft kiss, tongues tangling slow, her tasting of mint and lust, while his hips circled, stirring her depths like a spoon in honey.
Margot intruded again—her kisses had been messy, teeth nipping in drunk haze, saliva mixing sloppy, bodies colliding without grace. This was polished, Lana's responses expert, pussy pulsing rhythmic around him, milking every inch.
He quickened slightly, balls tapping her ass light, the wet schlick-schlick filling the room like obscene music. Her hands roamed his back, nails grazing faint trails, whispering, "Harder, pound me."
But he stayed restrained, one hand bracing the mattress, the other stroking her thigh, fingers dipping to smear her wetness back onto his shaft.
Lana shifted, wrapping both legs higher, pulling him in fuller, her heels pressing his ass cheeks. "Mmm, right there—fuck, you're hitting it," she whispered, clit swelling against his groin, throbbing with need.
Donovan obliged, thrusting firmer but still gentle, the condom muting some sensation, his focus split between her heat and Margot's ghost.
Thoughts of Margot's exhausted collapse after their peaks made him ache—that raw vulnerability missing here, her body limp and spent in his arms.
He suckled her collarbone, teeth grazing the skin, hips pistoning steady.
She gasped, inner thighs quivering, building toward edge, her breaths coming in pants. "Don't stop—I'm close" she demanded, voice breaking.
But the distraction lingered, his movements almost mechanical, chasing physical release over immersion, cock sliding smooth but not savage.
"You can go harder," Lana urged, voice husky, eyes locking his with challenge, her pussy fluttering in warning. Donovan blinked, the words snapping him present, a spark igniting.
He nodded, grip tightening on her hips, bruises blooming under his fingers, and drove in sharper—thrusts gaining force, cock slamming deeper, balls slapping her skin audible now, wet and rhythmic.
Her moan spiked, pussy clamping vice-like, walls rippling wild as he pounded rhythmic, the bed frame groaning in protest. "Yes, fuck yes—like that!" she cried, breasts jiggling with impact, nipples hard peaks he pinched between fingers, twisting until she yelped.
Margot faded momentarily, the intensity surging; he hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, plunging at new angle to kiss her cervix with each brutal bury.
Lana cried out, hands fisting sheets, body jolting with each connection, pussy squirting a light gush around his pistoning shaft.
Faster, hips snapping brutal, sweat slicking their join, dripping down his spine. Her clit throbbed under his thumb as he rubbed circles, firm and fast, amplifying the build, her juices flooding hot.
Pussy spasming erratic, she shattered—walls convulsing in tight waves, juices flooding around his shaft, soaking the sheets and his thighs. "Fuck, yes—I'm cumming, fill me!" she gasped, body seizing, nails raking his arms bloody.
Donovan groaned, the milking pull undoing him; balls tightening, he thrust deep one last time, cum erupting in hot pulses, filling the condom thick, ropes painting the latex white inside.
They rode it out, his body collapsing gentle over hers, breaths ragged, her pussy still twitching aftershocks.
The high crested, but Margot's shadow crept back, the peak sharp yet hollow, her wild cries echoing in his mind.
But Lana wasn't done; her hands pushed at his chest lightly, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"That was hot, but flip me over, I want you from behind." Donovan pulled out slow, the condom slick with her cream, her pussy lips puffy and gaping, a trickle of arousal leaking out.
He nodded, helping her roll onto her stomach, then lifting her hips up into doggy position.
Her ass presented perfectly, cheeks round and firm, the tattoo on the right one catching the light again—that double heart now slightly flushed from their earlier slaps.
He liked how it moved with her, a permanent mark of edge on her smooth skin. "This view... that ink's got me hooked," he said, running his palm over it, fingers tracing the petals before giving the cheek a firm squeeze.
Lana wiggled back, pussy exposed and dripping, lips parted invitingly. "Then fuck me like you mean it—make this ass clap."
He aligned again, condom still on and heavy with his load but not overflowing yet, pushing into her from behind.
The angle let him sink deeper immediately, her walls hugging tighter in this position, the head of his cock nudging her cervix right away.
Lana pushed back, moaning loud, "Yes, just like that—stretch my pussy wide."
Donovan gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh beside the tattoo, and started thrusting steady, each pull-out dragging her lips along his shaft, visible in the mirror across the room.
The sight fueled him—her body rocking forward with each slam, breasts swinging heavy beneath her, nipples brushing the sheets.
He reached under, cupping one tit, rolling the nipple between fingers, tugging to make her arch more.
"Your tits are perfect—bounce them for me," he growled, pace quickening, balls slapping her clit now, the wet smacks echoing.
Lana's head dropped, hair spilling over the pillow, but she glanced back over her shoulder, lips parted in a gasp. "Your cock's owning this cunt."
Her words spurred him, hips blurring as he rammed in, the friction building heat despite the latex, her juices squirting light with each deep hit.
Margot's memory flickered—how she'd begged in that drunken haze, voice slurred and desperate, body sloppy against the hotel wall—but Lana's precision pulled him back, her ass cheeks rippling with every impact, the tattoo jiggling hypnotic.
He slapped her left cheek to match, watching the skin pinken beside the inked rose, then leaned over, biting the shoulder blade lightly, teeth marking faint.
"You take it so well—pussy gripping like it never wants to let go," he murmured, one hand sliding to her clit, fingers rubbing fast circles while he drilled.
She bucked back harder, meeting his thrusts, the bed creaking louder, headboard tapping the wall rhythmic. "Fuck, yes—rub that clit, make me squirt"
Her voice broke into whimpers, pussy clenching warning, walls fluttering around his girth. Donovan felt his own build again, the position letting him grind deep, pubes mashing her ass, the tattoo under his palm as he held her steady.
Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back, mixing with hers, the room smelling of sex and musk.
He pinched her nipple harder, twisting, drawing a yelp that turned to a moan, her body trembling as another orgasm hit—pussy convulsing wild, juices gushing out around his cock, soaking his thighs and the mattress in a warm flood.
"Cumming—oh shit, don't stop!" she screamed, ass pushing back frantic, milking him tighter.
The squeeze pushed Donovan closer, but he held off, slowing to long, deep strokes, letting her ride the waves, his fingers still on her clit, drawing out the spasms.
"Squirt for me again," he commanded, slapping her ass once more, the sound sharp, the tattoo flexing with the recoil.
Lana panted, body quivering, but nodded, "More—wreck me."
He obliged, ramping up, cock slamming home, the angle hitting her G-spot relentless now, her walls swelling thicker.
Minutes stretched, thrusts building frenzy, her moans turning to cries, another peak crashing—squirting harder, streams hitting his legs, pussy clamping so tight it bordered pain.
Donovan groaned, the pressure coiling in his gut, balls drawing up, and with a final bury, he came again, cum pulsing into the condom, adding to the load, hips jerking erratic as he filled it fuller.
They collapsed side by side, breaths heaving, but Lana rolled toward him, hand trailing down his chest. "That was intense... but I want more. Your turn to lay back—let me ride you."
Donovan smirked, peeling off the overfilled condom, tying it and tossing it aside, his cock still semi-hard, slick with her mess.
She grabbed another packet, repeating the oral rollout—lips wrapping the tip, tongue unrolling it down his reviving shaft, suction pulling blood back in, making him harden fully in her mouth.
"Fuck, you're insatiable," he said, watching her work, the rose tattoo peeking as she knelt.
Once sheathed, she straddled him, pussy hovering, then sank down slow, walls enveloping him inch by inch, a shared groan escaping.
Lana started rolling her hips, grinding deep, clit mashing his base, breasts bouncing heavy with the motion.
"Like this? Feel me squeeze your cock?" she asked, hands on his chest for leverage, nails digging light.
Donovan nodded, hands on her ass, thumbs tracing the tattoo again, liking the feel of the raised ink under his skin. "Yeah, there we go"
She picked up speed, bouncing now, ass slapping his thighs loud, pussy creaming down his shaft, the wet sounds filthy.
He thrust up to meet her, abs flexing, one hand sliding to pinch a nipple, the other rubbing her backdoor teasing, finger circling the ring.
Margot's wild rides flashed—uncoordinated, spilling drinks mid-thrust—but Lana's control was a different thrill, her pace expert, building tension slow then fast.
"Pinch harder, just like that" she demanded, leaning forward, offering them.
Donovan obliged, twisting both nipples, drawing gasps, her bounces faltering into grinds, pussy clenching rhythmically.
Sweat slicked her skin, the tattoo glistening, his fingers kneading the cheek around it.
"Do you want to stick in my ass? I want that thick cock wrecking my backdoor." Lana moaned, speeding up, Margot would never say that; she was way too classy, well, unless they were both drunk, then he could see it—her inhibitions crumbling in a haze of whiskey and lust.
"Yeah, let me finish first." The talk pushed them both, her walls fluttering, clit throbbing under his thumb as he rubbed. She came first, body seizing, juices flooding, screaming his name—pussy milking fierce.
Donovan followed, thrusting up deep, cum erupting again, the latex swelling with ropes, their bodies locked in shuddering release.
Donovan pulled out slow, her pussy lips clinging to the condom-sheathed cock, a string of her cream connecting them briefly, her hole gaping pink and used.
He knotted the base tight, the latex bulging with his load, warm and heavy, and tossed it aside into a tissue on the nightstand.
His shaft softened slightly, slick with her arousal, veins still pulsing, but Lana's hand wrapped around it, stroking firm to coax it back, thumb smearing the mess.
"Look at this—still hard for me," she teased, leaning down.
She slid lower, mouth opening wide, lips sealing around the head—tongue swirling the sensitive underside, tasting her own juices mixed with latex residue, lapping clean with broad strokes.
Donovan hissed, hand in her hair light, guiding her as she took more, cheeks hollowing with suction, humming deep.
She bobbed deliberate, head twisting side to side, saliva dripping down his length to coat the balls she cupped gently, rolling them in her palm.
Her free hand twisted at the base, syncing with the wet slides, throat relaxing to swallow half his girth, gagging soft but pushing deeper, eyes watering but determined.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," Donovan groaned, hips twitching involuntarily, the warmth enveloping him fully now—veins pulsing under her tongue's pressure, pre-cum leaking anew.
He couldn't imagine Margot doing this, as Lana hummed low, vibrations buzzing through him like electricity, pulling a deeper groan as she deepthroated, nose brushing his pubes, holding there with swallows milking the head, throat contracting rhythmically.
Pulling back gasping, strings of spit connecting her chin to his cock, she licked the slit, teasing the hole with flicks, drawing out beads of pre-cum.
"Taste so good", she murmured, before diving again, faster bobs, hand pumping what her mouth couldn't reach, twisting slick.
Balls tightening under her knead, Donovan's breath hitched, cock rigid once more, throbbing full length in her expert grip, the head bumping her tonsils.
She alternated—sucking the head hard, tongue flicking rapidly like a vibrator, then long strokes engulfing him whole, gurgles from her throat adding filth, mascara smearing from tears.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, breasts swaying with motion, nipples grazing his thighs, hard and begging.
The build was intense, his control fraying, abs clenching, but she slowed just in time, popping off with a grin, spit bubbling at her lips. "Not yet—save it for my ass."
Reaching for another condom, she repeated the trick—mouth unrolling it down his slick shaft, suction firm, sheathing him fully in seconds, tongue pressing the latex taut. "You ready? Gonna make that tattoo bounce."
"Yeah—spread me and fuck it deep" Lana shifted to all fours on the bed, ass up high, knees spread wide, back arched deep like a cat in heat.
Her round cheeks parted naturally, but she reached back with both hands, fingers digging into the flesh, spreading them apart to expose everything: the tight ring clenching anticipatory, pink and puckered, above her still-dripping pussy, lips swollen and leaking remnants of their first round, clit visible and throbbing.
The tattoo on her right cheek flexed with the pull, the rose petals seeming to bloom wider. Donovan knelt behind, cock bobbing heavy, condom glistening with fresh lube. He stroked himself once, thumb tracing the inked skin, liking how it marked her as his temporary canvas.
"This ink's sexy as fuck—gonna watch it jiggle while I bury in you," he said, aligning the tip with her ass, pressing gentle against the resistance.
Lube from her pussy smeared the way as he pushed, head popping past the rim with a pop, her hole stretching taut around the girth, burning tight.
Lana exhaled sharp, pushing back slight to ease him in, inner walls gripping vice-like, hot and unyielding like a fist.
Donovan paused, hands on her hips steadying, thumbs stroking the tattoo soothing, inching forward deliberate—each fraction met with her soft whimpers, the ring fluttering adjustment, muscles yielding slow.
"Slow—it's big, but I want it all," she panted, head dropping to the pillow. Halfway now, the pressure intense, her cheeks quivering in his grasp, the inked rose distorting slightly with the stretch.
He rocked minimal, letting her body acclimate, one hand sliding under to tweak her nipple, the other dipping to her pussy, fingers circling the entrance teasing.
Deeper still, veins dragging the tight channel, friction building heat, until three-quarters buried, her breath ragged but nodding for more, ass clenching experimental.
Donovan fucked her ass slowly at first, hips pulling back to the head before easing in again, the glide smoother with each pass as her body relaxed, sphincter loosening like a blooming flower.
The condom muted some friction, but the vice grip milked him exquisite—walls rippling tentative, her moans muffled into the pillow, body rocking subtle.
He kept it gentle, one hand sliding under to cup her breast, rolling the nipple light between fingers, pinching to make her gasp, the other tracing her spine down to the tattoo, fingertips outlining the thorns.
"Feels so tight", He murmured, Margot's classiness contrasting sharp; she'd hinted at boundaries even drunk, whispering no's that turned to yes's in giggles, but this raw offer stirred something primal, his cock hardening further.
Lana rocked back subtle, meeting his shallow thrusts, ass cheeks flexing around his base when he bottomed shallow, the slap soft and teasing.
Pace steady but unhurried, he withdrew almost fully, watching her hole gape brief, rosy and slick, before plunging slow, the slap soft against her skin, balls brushing her pussy lips. Her core below clenched empty, juices trickling down to lube the way further, dripping onto the sheets.
Donovan's breaths came measured, distraction flickering—imagining Margot's potential wild side, drunk and uninhibited, bent over a bar stool maybe, but pushing the thought aside for Lana's heat. "Talk to me—how's it feel?" he asked, voice rough.
"So good—deeper, make me feel full," she replied, voice breathy. Here, Lana's expert yield pulled him focus; he leaned over, hips circling to stir deep without force, cock twisting inside her.
The burn built gradual, her ring loosening, allowing fuller slides—now three-quarters in, the head kissing untouched depths, prostate-milking pressure on him.
Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filling with her gasps and the wet sounds of entry, squelching filthy. Donovan's free hand dipped to her pussy, fingers parting lips to rub the clit slow, circles widening, then dipping inside to curl against her walls.
She shuddered, ass clenching tighter in response, the dual sensation making her push back harder, tattoo rippling. "Yes—finger-fuck me while you take my ass," she begged, voice breaking.
He matched, thrusts gaining a hair more depth, but still controlled—full length teasing just out of reach, her body trembling on the edge, hips grinding air.
The tattoo caught his eye again, the rose vibrant under sweat sheen; he slapped her cheek light, watching it jiggle, liking the mark it left pink beside the ink.
Finally, with a deep exhale from her, Donovan sank fully—balls pressing her pussy, cock buried to the hilt in her ass, the stretch complete, walls hugging every ridge.
Lana groaned long, hole spasming around him, adjusting to the invasion, body quaking. "Holy shit—all in, you're destroying me," she whimpered.
He held still, letting her savor, hands kneading her cheeks, thumb pressing the tattoo like a claim, then began proper fucking—hips snapping forward steady, pulling out to the head before slamming back, the rhythm building intense, bed creaking loud.
Her ass gripped like velvet fire, walls undulating with each withdraw, milking his shaft relentless, the friction now raw despite the latex.
Donovan's pace quickened, one hand braced on her hip, fingers bruising, the other delving between her legs to finger her pussy—two digits curling inside, hooking the G-spot, thumb on clit circling firm and fast.
Lana cried out, body rocking violently, ass cheeks rippling with impacts, tattoo dancing hypnotic. "Fuck my ass harder—make me squirt!" she screamed, pussy gushing around his fingers already.
Juices flowed heavy from her core, coating his hand as he thrust deep, cock pistoning the tight channel, balls slapping her wet folds wetter.
She squirted sudden—clear streams arcing onto the sheets, soaking his thighs and the mattress, the release making her hole clench wilder, rippling like a wave. But he didn't stop, pounding through it, fingers plunging faster to chase more, scissoring to stretch her parallel.
The bed shook, her moans turning screams, ass taking every inch brutal now—veins dragging the walls, head battering deep, the depth hitting nerves that made her buck.
Donovan's balls slapped her wet pussy, the dual play overwhelming; he added a third finger, stretching her there while his cock ravaged her rear, knuckles deep in her sopping heat. "You're so fucking wet" he growled, leaning to bite her shoulder.
Another squirt hit, forceful and messy, fluids puddling beneath, her body convulsing but he held her steady, thrusts unrelenting, hips blurring in a frenzy.
Sweat poured, his abs clenching with power, mind lost to the filth—Margot's ghost pushed aside by the raw mechanics, the tattoo under his palm fueling the drive.
Deeper angles now, he shifted grip to her waist, pulling her back onto him hard—each bury eliciting guttural sounds, her hole gaping wider with use, pink rim puffy.
Fingers scissored inside her pussy, hitting the spot that made her gush again, streams hitting the headboard. "Cum in my ass—fill it up!" Lana begged, voice hoarse, arms buckling, face pressed to mattress, ass up high as orgasms built layered, body a trembling mess.
Donovan's cock throbbed, the tight heat coiling him tight, pre leaking inside the condom, but he drove on—hips blurring, the slap echoing loud like applause, his free hand slapping her cheek again, thumb rubbing the tattoo raw.
She came again, ass spasming in violent rings, pussy squirting forceful around his fingers, body seizing full, walls milking him merciless. "Oh god—cumming so hard!" she wailed, squirting endless.
The milking pulled him over; he buried deep, groaning as cum flooded the condom, pulses hot and thick, hips jerking through the peak, load swelling the latex.
They collapsed panting, the intensity lingering in aftershocks, her ass clenching residual, tattoo glistening with sweat.
But Lana, ever the pro, wasn't satisfied with just that. She pushed up on her elbows, looking back with a wicked grin, her ass still plugged by his softening cock inside the filled condom. "Don't pull out yet—let me feel you soften in there. Then, flip me and do it missionary style, watch my face while you ream my ass."
Donovan raised an eyebrow, impressed by her stamina, the tattoo still catching his eye as he gave her cheek one last squeeze.
"You're full of surprises. Alright, on your back." He withdrew carefully, the ring clinging, a soft pop as the head exited, her hole winking closed, red and stretched.
Tying off the bulging condom, he discarded it, cock slick but reviving under her gaze.
She grabbed another, her mouth working the familiar magic—lips sucking the latex down his shaft, tongue pressing firm, saliva lubing it anew.
Once ready, Lana lay back, legs spread wide, pulling her knees to her chest to expose her ass fully, the tattoo visible on the side as her cheek lifted. "Come on—slide in slow, make me beg for more."
Donovan positioned between her thighs, tip nudging the puffy ring, pushing in gradual. The angle was tighter now, her flexibility allowing deeper access, walls parting reluctantly at first, then yielding with a burn that made her hiss.
"Fuck—it's even tighter like this. Your ass is gripping me like a vice," he said, inching forward, hands on her thighs for leverage, eyes on the tattoo flexing with her strain.
Halfway in, he paused, leaning to kiss her deeply, tongues dueling sloppy now, her hands in his hair pulling him closer. Margot's kisses had that same hunger when drunk, but less calculated—raw and needy.
Breaking the kiss, Lana whispered, "All the way—own this hole." Donovan thrust the rest, bottoming out with a groan, balls against her pussy, the fullness making her eyes roll back.
He started slow rocks, cock stirring her depths, one hand reaching to trace the rose ink again, fingers pressing as if to brand it deeper. "This tattoo... it's like it's made for this, bouncing with every thrust."
She moaned, legs wrapping his waist, heels digging. "Then thrust harder" He built rhythm, hips rolling deep, the missionary allowing him to grind her clit with his groin, dual pleasure making her writhe.
Fingers dipped to her pussy, two sliding in easy, curling against the front wall while his cock ravaged her ass. "Feel that? Pussy and ass full—gonna make you explode." Lana's breaths came in pants, body arching, breasts heaving with each plunge. "Yes—finger me deep, fuck my ass raw!"
The words fueled him, pace quickening, slaps of skin louder, sweat flying. Her clit throbbed under incidental rubs, pussy clenching around his fingers, juices flowing to ease the anal glide further.
Minutes dragged into a haze of motion, Donovan varying depths—shallow teases pulling whimpers, then full slams drawing screams. The tattoo jiggled with every impact, his hand occasionally slapping beside it, reddening the skin to contrast the black ink.
Lana's second anal orgasm built slow, her ring fluttering, pussy gushing around his digits. "Close—rub faster!" she cried, and he did, thumb on clit frantic, cock pounding steady.
She shattered, ass convulsing wild, squirting from her pussy in arcs, soaking his abs and the bed. "Cumming—your cock's breaking me!"
The spasms milked him hard, but he held, riding through, slowing to let her catch breath. "Again—don't stop," she begged, eyes locked on his, challenge in her gaze.
Donovan grinned, adding a third finger to her pussy, stretching her wide, scissoring while thrusting deeper into her ass, the dual invasion overwhelming. Her body bucked, moans turning guttural, the tattoo rippling as her cheeks clenched.
He leaned down, sucking a nipple hard, teeth grazing, the sensation pushing her higher. Sweat poured, the room a sauna of sex, scents thick. Another peak hit her—ass clamping like iron, pussy squirting forceful, streams hitting his chest.
"Fuck yes—drown me in it!" Donovan growled, the tightness coiling him, but he pulled back, denying release, wanting to prolong.
Shifting slightly, he hooked one leg over his shoulder for deeper angle, cock hitting new nerves, her screams peaking. Fingers plunged relentless, G-spot assaulted, clit pinned under thumb. The tattoo flexed hypnotic under his free hand's grip, thorns seeming to dig into his palm.
Lana came third time, body seizing violent, squirting endless, ass milking so tight it bordered unbearable. "Can't—too much!" she wailed, but pushed for more.
Donovan's control snapped; he rammed deep, cum exploding into the condom, pulses thick and hot, hips jerking as he filled it, groaning her name, "Lana, I rarely do that. But that tattoo made it worth it."
"I've never cum like that from anal before. You wrecked me good "They lay tangled, breaths syncing, but Lana's hand wandered again, stroking his spent cock. "One more round? Pussy this time"
Donovan chuckled, shaking his head but not stopping her touch. "You're a machine."
New condom applied with her mouth, she mounted reverse cowgirl, ass facing him, tattoo front and center as she sank down onto his cock, pussy welcoming slick. "Watch this ink while I ride—make it your focus." She rolled hips slow, grinding deep, the view perfect—cheeks spreading with each descent, rose blooming with motion.
Donovan's hands gripped her ass, thumbs on the tattoo, guiding her pace, cock sliding smooth in her cream-filled heat. "Grind harder—feel you clench." Lana obliged, bouncing languid, moans soft, building tension anew. He slapped light, watching the jiggle, the ink mesmerizing.
Internal thoughts of Margot faded further, this polished rhythm a balm. Her pace quickened gradual, pussy pulsing, clit grinding his base. "Cum with me—fill me slow." They peaked together, her walls fluttering, his load pulsing gentle, bodies shuddering in unison.
Donovan glanced at the clock—nearing 6 o'clock, the city awakening outside, dawn light creeping. He pulled out slow, her pussy lips clinging to the condom-sheathed cock, a string of her cream connecting them briefly, her hole gaping pink and used. Tying it off, he discarded it beside the others. "I got to go."
"Already?" Lana asked, disappointed. "I thought this would be all night."
"I got things to do," Donovan said, pulling on his shoes. "Business."
He had to get back. He had to check on the girls. He had to be a "dad."
"What about the restaurant?" she asked.
"I'll see what I can do," Donovan promised. "You can stay here for the night. Send me the bill for the room. I got it."
"Thank you," she smiled.
Donovan dressed quick—pants zipped, shirt buttoned—gathering the used condoms into a tissue, tossing them in the bedside bin with a flush. He straightened, running a hand through his hair, stealing one last glance at her sprawled form, tattoo peeking.
"Don't mention it," Donovan said at the door. "Just don't go gossiping."
"I won't," she promised.
As Donovan left the room, the door clicking shut behind him, Lana stretched out on the rumpled sheets, her body aching in the best way, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. The tattoo on her ass tingled faintly from his touches, a reminder of the night's intensity.
Down the hall, Donovan paused at the elevator, mind replaying the scenes—not just Lana's expert yields, but the contrasts to Margot's chaotic passion.
The simplicity he'd craved felt hollow now, the distractions deeper, his complex life pulling him back into the fray.
The elevator dinged, doors opening to the waking city, another day of courts, crowds, and unspoken longings ahead, wondering how his life had gotten so complicated so quickly.