The room felt calm and quiet once the door clicked shut behind us. The white bed sat in the middle like it was waiting, sheets smooth and turned down, pillows fluffed just right. The lights were dimmed low—soft white glow from hidden strips along the walls and ceiling, giving everything a peaceful, almost dreamy feel. No thumping bass from the DJ downstairs made it up here. Just the faint hum of the air conditioner and our breathing.

I stood near the foot of the bed, hands loose at my sides. Lara stayed by the door for a second, back against it, eyes locked on me. She reached up slowly, fingers hooking the thin straps on her shoulders. One strap slid down. Then the other. The light blue dress slipped off her body in one smooth drop, pooling around her ankles like spilled water.

She stepped out of it, barefoot now except for the matching light blue garter belt and stockings. The underwear was tiny—lace edges, barely there. Her breasts were full and bare, nipples already hard in the cool air. Her curves looked even better without the dress hiding anything. Round hips, soft stomach, that perfect ass framed by the garter straps.

*Gulp.*

I swallowed hard. My throat clicked loud in the silence.

Lara started walking toward me—slow, serious eyes never leaving my face. Every step made her breasts sway just a little, hips rolling naturally.

"You are seriously very different than the one I saw in the picture," I said softly, voice a bit rougher than normal.

She smirked, small and dangerous.

"I have a lot of secrets you cannot even imagine, sweetheart," she said, voice low and smooth. She reached me, hands coming up to cup both my cheeks. Her thumbs brushed my jawline once, then she pushed—firm but gentle—until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I sat down hard.

"Ahmm… is that so?" I asked, smiling up at her as she climbed onto my lap, straddling me in one easy motion. Her thighs pressed warm against my hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side.

"Yes, honey," she whispered.

Then she kissed me.

Not soft. Not slow. Hungry. Her lips crashed against mine, tongue pushing in right away like she'd been starving for it. She tasted like red wine and heat. Her hands slid into my hair, fingers gripping tight, pulling me closer while she rocked her hips once—slow grind against me.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, hands spreading wide on her bare back, keeping her pressed tight against my chest. Her nipples brushed my shirt through the thin fabric. She moaned softly into my mouth.

Her hand moved down fast—fingers finding my belt buckle. She worked it open without breaking the kiss, metal clinking once. Button popped. Zipper rasped down. Her palm slipped inside my pants, under the waistband of my boxers, fingers wrapping around my dick—warm, firm grip.

"She's extremely experienced," I thought, brain half-fogged already. No hesitation. No fumbling. Like she'd done this a hundred times and still wanted more.

Lara broke the kiss just enough to lean in to my ear, lips brushing the shell.

"Let's see how good this man really is…" she whispered, hot breath sending a shiver down my spine.

Her hand tightened around my cock, stroking once—slow, teasing—then faster. She rocked her hips again, grinding her panties against my thigh while she kept working me with her hand.

I groaned low in my throat, head tipping back for a second.

"You're not wasting any time," I managed, voice thick.

The dim white lights wrapped the room in a soft, hazy glow, making everything feel slow and warm. Lara was still straddling my lap, thighs tight around my hips, her light blue garter straps digging slightly into her skin. My pants were already open, zipper down, belt loose. Her hand was wrapped around my dick—firm, slow strokes from base to tip, thumb circling the head every few passes.

"Ahhh… this size feels so majestic…" she whispered, almost to herself. Her palm rubbed down the full length, then cupped my balls gently, rolling them in her fingers while she kept stroking. I could feel myself hardening completely under her touch, thick and heavy in her hand.

"Ahm…" I gasped. The sensation built fast—hot, tight pressure starting low in my stomach and spreading upward.

She lifted her hand away for a second, brought it close to her face, and inhaled deeply with her eyes closed.

"Ahh… this is fucking delicious…" she said, voice low and rough. She stuck her tongue out and licked her fingers slowly—one by one—savoring the taste like it was the best thing she'd ever had.

Then she sat up straighter, grabbed my right hand, and brought my index finger to her mouth. She sucked it in deep, tongue swirling around it while she rolled her hips, grinding her ass down hard against my dick. The thin lace of her panties rubbed against me, already soaked through.

"Feel me, Ezra," she said, pulling my wet finger from her mouth with a soft pop.

She guided my hand down to her chest. I cupped one breast right away—big, soft, heavy in my palm. My thumb brushed over her nipple and it tightened instantly under the touch.

"Your tits are so big…" I said, voice rough. I grabbed the other one too, squeezing both gently, feeling their weight spill over my fingers.

"Hehe… girls around me are always jealous because of these," she said with a proud little smile, arching her back so they pushed harder into my hands.

"Obviously they would be, haha…" I chuckled softly, giving them one more slow squeeze before she leaned forward again.

"Anyways…" she said, voice dropping lower, "let me taste the real you first."

She slid down my body, pushing my t-shirt up as she went. Her lips pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses across my stomach—warm, wet little trails that made my muscles jump. She nipped lightly at the skin just above my navel.

"Please do…" I said, smiling down at her, voice thick.

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my pants and tugged them lower, dragging my underwear down with them. My dick sprang free—hard, thick, already leaking at the tip. It slapped lightly against my stomach before standing straight up.

Lara paused for a second, eyes locked on it. She licked her lips slow.

"Fuck…" she breathed, almost reverent. "Even better up close."

She wrapped her hand around the base again, gave one long, firm stroke, then leaned down.