Elena stepped into the dimly lit hotel bar, the warm Caribbean air heavy with the scent of rum and salt from the nearby beach, her skin still tingling from the flight as she slid onto a stool and caught the bartender's eye. Marco, with his broad shoulders and dark curls, leaned in with a knowing smile, his minimal English stumbling over her request for a mojito, the words "special drink" hanging between them like an invitation that made her pulse quicken. The language barrier only amplified the heat pooling between her thighs, her nipples tightening against her thin sundress as he gestured emphatically, pulling her hand across the bar before she could protest, guiding her behind the counter with insistent yet gentle pressure that felt thrillingly inevitable.

Behind the bar, hidden from view by the polished wood and hanging glasses, Marco pressed close, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured something unintelligible yet laced with raw desire, his hands sliding down to cup her ass and draw her against the hard ridge of his cock straining in his shorts. Elena's hesitation melted into willing arousal, her body responding to his assertive touch as she dropped to her knees on the cool tile, fingers trembling with excitement while she freed his thick length, the musky scent of him filling her senses. She took him into her mouth eagerly, tongue swirling over the velvety head and down the veined shaft, sucking with increasing hunger as his hips rocked forward, one hand tangled in her hair to guide the rhythm, the wet sounds of her lips and his low groans blending with the distant chatter of guests, building until his cock pulsed and he spilled hot cum across her tongue in shuddering waves.

Swallowing the last traces with a flush of satisfaction, Elena rose on shaky legs, her pussy throbbing untouched yet slick with need, and slipped back through the bar as Marco's intense gaze followed her, the unspoken connection leaving her skin flushed and electric. She made her way to her room on unsteady feet, the taste of him lingering as waves of arousal coursed through her, already imagining what the rest of this all-inclusive escape might hold.

Elena slipped into her hotel room, the door clicking shut behind her as the lingering taste of Marco's release still coated her tongue, her body humming with unspent desire that made her thighs slick and her breath shallow. Exhausted from the flight and the bar encounter, she peeled off her sundress and let it pool on the floor, her bare skin prickling in the cool air conditioning as she climbed into the crisp sheets, her fingers brushing over her swollen nipples and down to the wet heat of her pussy before sleep claimed her, dreams already blurring into fantasies of more forbidden touches.

A soft rustle stirred the quiet, and Sofia, the gentle housekeeper with her dark eyes and tentative smile, eased the door open with a feather-light touch, her limited English leaving her to gesture wordlessly as she approached the bed, drawn by Elena's unconscious sighs and the faint musk of arousal in the air. Their eyes met briefly when Elena stirred, a mutual spark igniting through soft moans and Sofia's reassuring hand on her thigh, signaling consent in the shared heat of the moment as the housekeeper leaned down, parting Elena's legs with insistent yet tender pressure to lap at her slick pussy folds, tongue swirling over her clit in slow, deliberate strokes that drew a gasp from the younger woman.

Elena awoke fully to the wet, insistent pressure between her thighs, her hips bucking instinctively as Sofia's fingers traced circles around her entrance, the two communicating through breathless whimpers and guiding hands—Sofia nodding with eager eyes as Elena threaded fingers into her hair to pull her closer. The sensation built in waves, Elena's pussy clenching around nothing yet throbbing with each flick of Sofia's tongue, their bodies arching together in rhythm as Elena's free hand reached to cup Sofia's

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