My First Night as a Hotwife - Part Five
Jack had his hands all over me. I leant back into his warmth, his security, his love and murmured his name.
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Ethan just feet away behind the adjoining door, between our hotel suite and his.
I didn’t have more than a moment to look around the luxurious suite, to look out of the floor to ceiling windows onto the stunning terrace and view of gardens beyond.
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