In the throes of an intensity, age-old dance, destiny led young, jet-lagged Morgan to the door of the enchantress within—a stranger, yet soon to be so much more. "Excuse me," Morgan promptly inquired, her cheeses flushed with embarrassment and an urgent need. "Could I possibly use your restroom?" The stranger, a captivating woman with a sultry smile, pushed the door wide open, inviting not just Morgan's presence, but an undiscovered symphony of pleasure.

"Of course, sweetheart," she pursued, her voice a melody that shattered Morgan's inhibitions. As Morgan saved herself, the woman watched, her eyes gleaming with a primary hunger. Morgan, now acutely aware of the alluring power in her release, decided to indulge in a wicked game of separation. She let her climax leak, soaking through her panties, a sinful display that begged to be tasted.

The stranger, unable to resist the allure, crossed the room in a blur, her hands tearing at Morgan's clothing. "Mmm," she moaned, her tongue

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