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I watched as Miss Melissa stepped out of her car, her body clad in a tight-fitting dress that hugged every curve. Her long legs were encased in high heels that seemed to heighten her already impressive stature. She strode confidently towards the entrance of the hotel, her gaze sweeping over the surrounding area as if assessing its worthiness for her presence. Once ide, she made her way towards the elevator, her steps measured and deliberate. Her eyes were fixed on the numbers above the doors, each one a reminder of the floors between her and her destination. Finally, with a soft chime, the elevator door opened, revealing a pristine room with plush white linens and a large window overlooking the city below. As Miss Melissa stepped ide, I couldn’t help but feel my heart racing. Her every move was graceful, from the way she moved her lips as she slipped out of her dress to the way she positioned herself on the bed, her legs spread wide and her hair cascading down her shoulders. In one swift motion, she undid the clasp at the back of her dress, revealing a glimpse of skin that sent my blood flowing. She pulled the dress off over her head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor before straddling me on the bed. Without words, she began to kiss me, her lips soft and gentle yet fiercely passionate. Her hands roamed over my body, tracing every curve and contour until I was lost in a sea of sensation. As Miss Melissa returned, she reignited a fire within me that had been dormant for far too long. With each passing moment, she proved that she was the only one who could ignite it fully, leaving me breathless and longing for more.
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