Room 805: Two Sinners & Thousand Moans

The streets still hummed with midnight breath,

while her body trembled at each step.

Toy buzzing deep, her legs unsteady,

dirty kisses on corners — reckless, messy, heavy.

A forbidden affair in a foreign night,
two strangers burning in the city lights.
I pulled her close, her moans half-bitten,
hoping no passerby caught us smitten.

The hotel door sighed — 805.
A room where desire would come alive.
Small, cozy, dark at 2 a.m.,
walls ready to hold our sin within them.

We crashed onto the bed with feral heat,
her denim tugged down, her body laid sweet.
Black satin thong, lace bra still tight,
the toy humming inside — dripping delight.

She spread for me, shameless, obscene,
legs glistening, wet, satin sheen.
Her gusset stained creamy, white with her lust,
I leaned down, inhaled her scent, raw and just.

I kissed her lips, then slid my tongue,
made her taste herself where the mess had clung.
Her eyes screamed silent, “Fuck me, Daddy—”
but I withheld, I made her wait, made her needy.

From the bag, a new sin gleamed,
a thick long nude dildo, vibrating, mean.
Lubed, alive, I shoved it deep,
her thong strapped tight, its prison to keep.

few minutes into fucking.....

The bed shook as she lost her mind,
her body convulsing, her voice unrefined.
Moans turned screams, then screams to cries,
while passion poured between her thighs.

I kissed her skin, I owned her breath,
her cunt was quaking itself to death.
Neighbors could hear, at 3 a.m.,
her voice a hymn, a primal anthem.

Orgasm after orgasm, wave on wave,
her slutty body — the gift I enslaved.
Eyes rolled back, trembling, drained,
a slut undone, her soul unchained.

I held her after, sweat still raw,
her body twitching, her pussy sore.
I wanted more, to pound her through dawn,
but she was wrecked, used, fully withdrawn.

So I saved my hunger, my cock’s true claim,
for the morning light — to start again.
Because she is mine, slutty, divine,
and only Daddy could break her spine.

Finally, the toys pulled free,
black lace gone, thong released.
Clothes in a pile on the hotel floor,
our bodies bare, craving more.

Two naked skins under one thick sheet,
sweat still fresh, her heartbeat beneath.
My hard cock pressed against her spine,
her butt crack cradling the length of mine.

I wrapped her up, my arm on her waist,
our scents mingled, a sinful taste.
She whimpered softly, half-asleep,
wrecked and wrecking, mine to keep.

The city’s noise faded, our breathing slow,
moonlight cut lines across her glow.
We drifted down, tangled, spent,
the night’s destruction now silent, spent.

A few hours’ sleep before morning light,
her body still twitching from the night.
Because in 805, under sheets that reeked of sin,
we slept as strangers who’d already been within.

Cuddled tight,
she turns, whispers in the dark—
a vow no saint would dare to bless:
“Daddy… wake me whenever you want.
Wake me to fuck me. I’m yours.”

And with that promise,
I close my eyes,
knowing the night isn’t finished—
it’s only waiting for dawn
to demand more sin.