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**Full Day in the Suite**
After the shower they dried each other slowly with the large white hotel towels. Pooja’s legs were still unsteady. Matteo’s hands lingered on her hips and the soft curve of her ass as he patted her dry. They did not get dressed. He ordered a full breakfast to the room — eggs, toast, fresh fruit, yoghurt, strong coffee, and cold juice — and they ate sitting on the disordered bed, still naked, the sheets pulled loosely around their waists.
They spoke quietly while eating.
About how sore she already felt.
About how she had never been held up and fucked against a wall before.
About how strange and good it felt to have an entire day with no children, no work, and no need to hide.
By the time the plates were pushed aside, the air between them had thickened again.
---
### Round 1 – Living Area Sofa
Matteo took the coffee cup from her hand and set it down. He kissed her with deliberate hunger, tasting sugar and fruit on her tongue. Then he guided her to the large sofa in the living area of the suite. He sat first and pulled her down so she straddled him. She sank onto his already hard cock with a long, open sigh.
She rode him slowly at first, hands braced on his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles flex under her palms. He sucked one breast and then the other, biting the nipples just hard enough to make her gasp. When she tried to keep the pace gentle he gripped her hips and forced her down harder, making her take every thick inch on every stroke.
**Matteo**:
Look at you. Still greedy after the shower.
**Pooja** (moaning):
I can’t help it… you feel too good inside me…
She came once while riding him, forehead dropped against his, thighs trembling. He kept her moving through it until she whimpered from sensitivity. Only then did he lift her off, turn her around, and push her onto her hands and knees on the sofa cushions. He entered her from behind in one deep thrust and fucked her with steady, powerful strokes while one hand reached under to rub her clit. The wet sound of their bodies filled the open living space.
---
### Round 2 – Floor-to-Ceiling Window
He pulled out while she was still shaking and walked her to the wide window. The city stretched far below. He pressed her breasts against the cool glass, kicked her feet apart, and slid back inside her from behind. The contrast of the cold glass and his hot cock made her cry out.
He fucked her hard against the window, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip. Every thrust pushed her tighter against the glass. Her breath fogged the surface in broken patches.
**Matteo** (against her ear):
Anyone looking up would see exactly how you take cock.
**Pooja**:
I don’t care… just don’t stop…
She came again with her palms squeaking against the glass, a long trembling orgasm that left her knees weak. He held her up and continued until he was close, then pulled out, turned her, and pushed her down to her knees. She took him into her mouth immediately, sucking the thick shaft clean of her own wetness while he finished across her tongue and lips with a low groan.
---
### Short Break
They drank water.
Pooja cleaned her face with a warm cloth.
Matteo watched her the entire time, already half-hard again.
---
### Round 3 – Dining Table
He lifted her onto the long dining table in the suite, spread her legs wide, and ate her openly. There was nothing soft about it this time — deep, hungry licking, two fingers pumping inside her, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. She came on his tongue with a broken cry, fingers twisted in his hair.
Before she fully recovered he stood, hooked her knees over his elbows, and thrust into her. The table edge pressed against her ass as he fucked her with deep, angled strokes. Her breasts bounced heavily with every impact. She braced herself on her elbows and watched his cock disappear inside her again and again.
**Pooja** (voice high):
It’s so deep like this… fuck—
He changed the angle, pushing her knees higher toward her chest, and drove into her until she came once more, louder than before. Only then did he pull out and finish across the soft skin of her stomach and the underside of her breasts, thick ropes marking her.
---
### Lunch Break
They ordered a proper lunch and forced themselves to eat at the same table he had just fucked her on. Conversation drifted between ordinary things and filthy recollections of the morning. By the time the plates were cleared, both of them were restless again.
---
### Round 4 – The Bed (Longer Session)
They returned to the large bed. This round lasted longer and moved through several positions without truly stopping.
He started between her legs again, sucking and licking until she was dripping and begging. Then he flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind, chest pressed to her back, one hand under her rubbing her clit. After she came he turned her onto her side, lifted her top leg, and fucked her slowly and deeply while kissing her neck and shoulder. Later he put her on top and let her ride until her thighs burned, then took control again, holding her hips and thrusting upward hard.
Dirty talk ran through the entire stretch.
**Matteo**:
Tell me how many times you’ve come today already.
**Pooja**:
I don’t know… five? Six? I’ve lost count…
**Matteo**:
Good. Keep counting.
When he finally finished it was deep inside her, both of them slick with sweat, her voice almost gone.
---
### Round 5 – Carpet / Floor
After a short rest he pulled her down onto the thick carpet in the living area. She sucked him back to full hardness on her hands and knees, looking up at him the entire time. Then he moved behind her and fucked her in a deep, animal doggy style on the floor, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades so her chest stayed low and her ass stayed high. The position made every thrust feel thicker. She came hard with her cheek against the carpet, fingers clawing at the fibres.
---
### Round 6 – Bathroom Vanity
He carried her into the bathroom and bent her over the wide marble vanity. The large mirror showed everything — her flushed face, swinging breasts, the place where his cock stretched her open. He made her watch while he fucked her. The sight alone pushed her into another orgasm. He followed soon after, pulling out at the last moment and finishing across the small of her back and the upper curve of her ass.
---
### Round 7 – Evening / Final Bed Round
By the time night fully settled over the city they had eaten a light dinner and showered once more. The final round of the day returned to the bed and began slower, almost tender, before turning heavy and deep again. He kept her on her back, knees pushed high, and moved with long, grinding strokes that forced broken sounds from her throat with every impact. She came twice more — once quietly, once with a raw cry she could no longer control.
When he finished inside her for the last time that day he stayed buried deep, forehead against hers, both of them breathing hard.
Pooja’s entire body felt used and open and satisfied in a way she had never known. Marks covered her breasts, hips, and ass. Her voice was hoarse. Between her legs she was swollen, slick, and still leaking him.
**Pooja** (whispering, almost dazed):
I’ve never been fucked like this in my entire life… not even close.
**Matteo** (kissing the corner of her mouth):
Good. Remember every hour of it. We still have tomorrow morning.
Outside the suite the city lights glittered.
Inside, Pooja curled against his chest, legs still weakly open, and let the full weight of the day settle into her bones. Seven rounds. Every corner of the room. More orgasms than she could cleanly count. And still the quiet knowledge that she would wake up wanting him again.
---
**Full Day in the Suite**
After the shower they dried each other slowly with the large white hotel towels. Pooja’s legs were still unsteady. Matteo’s hands lingered on her hips and the soft curve of her ass as he patted her dry. They did not get dressed. He ordered a full breakfast to the room — eggs, toast, fresh fruit, yoghurt, strong coffee, and cold juice — and they ate sitting on the disordered bed, still naked, the sheets pulled loosely around their waists.
They spoke quietly while eating.
About how sore she already felt.
About how she had never been held up and fucked against a wall before.
About how strange and good it felt to have an entire day with no children, no work, and no need to hide.
By the time the plates were pushed aside, the air between them had thickened again.
---
### Round 1 – Living Area Sofa
Matteo took the coffee cup from her hand and set it down. He kissed her with deliberate hunger, tasting sugar and fruit on her tongue. Then he guided her to the large sofa in the living area of the suite. He sat first and pulled her down so she straddled him. She sank onto his already hard cock with a long, open sigh.
She rode him slowly at first, hands braced on his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles flex under her palms. He sucked one breast and then the other, biting the nipples just hard enough to make her gasp. When she tried to keep the pace gentle he gripped her hips and forced her down harder, making her take every thick inch on every stroke.
**Matteo**:
Look at you. Still greedy after the shower.
**Pooja** (moaning):
I can’t help it… you feel too good inside me…
She came once while riding him, forehead dropped against his, thighs trembling. He kept her moving through it until she whimpered from sensitivity. Only then did he lift her off, turn her around, and push her onto her hands and knees on the sofa cushions. He entered her from behind in one deep thrust and fucked her with steady, powerful strokes while one hand reached under to rub her clit. The wet sound of their bodies filled the open living space.
---
### Round 2 – Floor-to-Ceiling Window
He pulled out while she was still shaking and walked her to the wide window. The city stretched far below. He pressed her breasts against the cool glass, kicked her feet apart, and slid back inside her from behind. The contrast of the cold glass and his hot cock made her cry out.
He fucked her hard against the window, one hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip. Every thrust pushed her tighter against the glass. Her breath fogged the surface in broken patches.
**Matteo** (against her ear):
Anyone looking up would see exactly how you take cock.
**Pooja**:
I don’t care… just don’t stop…
She came again with her palms squeaking against the glass, a long trembling orgasm that left her knees weak. He held her up and continued until he was close, then pulled out, turned her, and pushed her down to her knees. She took him into her mouth immediately, sucking the thick shaft clean of her own wetness while he finished across her tongue and lips with a low groan.
---
### Short Break
They drank water.
Pooja cleaned her face with a warm cloth.
Matteo watched her the entire time, already half-hard again.
---
### Round 3 – Dining Table
He lifted her onto the long dining table in the suite, spread her legs wide, and ate her openly. There was nothing soft about it this time — deep, hungry licking, two fingers pumping inside her, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. She came on his tongue with a broken cry, fingers twisted in his hair.
Before she fully recovered he stood, hooked her knees over his elbows, and thrust into her. The table edge pressed against her ass as he fucked her with deep, angled strokes. Her breasts bounced heavily with every impact. She braced herself on her elbows and watched his cock disappear inside her again and again.
**Pooja** (voice high):
It’s so deep like this… fuck—
He changed the angle, pushing her knees higher toward her chest, and drove into her until she came once more, louder than before. Only then did he pull out and finish across the soft skin of her stomach and the underside of her breasts, thick ropes marking her.
---
### Lunch Break
They ordered a proper lunch and forced themselves to eat at the same table he had just fucked her on. Conversation drifted between ordinary things and filthy recollections of the morning. By the time the plates were cleared, both of them were restless again.
---
### Round 4 – The Bed (Longer Session)
They returned to the large bed. This round lasted longer and moved through several positions without truly stopping.
He started between her legs again, sucking and licking until she was dripping and begging. Then he flipped her onto her stomach and took her from behind, chest pressed to her back, one hand under her rubbing her clit. After she came he turned her onto her side, lifted her top leg, and fucked her slowly and deeply while kissing her neck and shoulder. Later he put her on top and let her ride until her thighs burned, then took control again, holding her hips and thrusting upward hard.
Dirty talk ran through the entire stretch.
**Matteo**:
Tell me how many times you’ve come today already.
**Pooja**:
I don’t know… five? Six? I’ve lost count…
**Matteo**:
Good. Keep counting.
When he finally finished it was deep inside her, both of them slick with sweat, her voice almost gone.
---
### Round 5 – Carpet / Floor
After a short rest he pulled her down onto the thick carpet in the living area. She sucked him back to full hardness on her hands and knees, looking up at him the entire time. Then he moved behind her and fucked her in a deep, animal doggy style on the floor, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades so her chest stayed low and her ass stayed high. The position made every thrust feel thicker. She came hard with her cheek against the carpet, fingers clawing at the fibres.
---
### Round 6 – Bathroom Vanity
He carried her into the bathroom and bent her over the wide marble vanity. The large mirror showed everything — her flushed face, swinging breasts, the place where his cock stretched her open. He made her watch while he fucked her. The sight alone pushed her into another orgasm. He followed soon after, pulling out at the last moment and finishing across the small of her back and the upper curve of her ass.
---
### Round 7 – Evening / Final Bed Round
By the time night fully settled over the city they had eaten a light dinner and showered once more. The final round of the day returned to the bed and began slower, almost tender, before turning heavy and deep again. He kept her on her back, knees pushed high, and moved with long, grinding strokes that forced broken sounds from her throat with every impact. She came twice more — once quietly, once with a raw cry she could no longer control.
When he finished inside her for the last time that day he stayed buried deep, forehead against hers, both of them breathing hard.
Pooja’s entire body felt used and open and satisfied in a way she had never known. Marks covered her breasts, hips, and ass. Her voice was hoarse. Between her legs she was swollen, slick, and still leaking him.
**Pooja** (whispering, almost dazed):
I’ve never been fucked like this in my entire life… not even close.
**Matteo** (kissing the corner of her mouth):
Good. Remember every hour of it. We still have tomorrow morning.
Outside the suite the city lights glittered.
Inside, Pooja curled against his chest, legs still weakly open, and let the full weight of the day settle into her bones. Seven rounds. Every corner of the room. More orgasms than she could cleanly count. And still the quiet knowledge that she would wake up wanting him again.
---
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