The dimly lit hotel room was a sanctuary, the air heavy with anticipation. Camille stood by the window, her slender frame bathed in the faint glow of the city lights outside. Her perky breasts strained against the delicate lace of her bra, a stark contrast to the nervous flutter in her chest. She watched as Iris, her lover, her forbidden desire, moved with purposeful grace across the room. Iris’s tight ass, encased in she...