Moans fill the room while her fingers dance over slick flesh. Pink sweater rides up, exposing a belly that rises with every breath. She spreads her pussy lips wide, the wet sounds loud enough to drown out the hotel ice machine humming down the hall. Toy in hand, she teases her clit in slow circles before pushing it in deep — her spine arches, thighs trembling against the red sheets. Pink lips glisten under the dim lamp, her hips rocking just enough to make the bed frame groan. The toy slides in and out, each thrust met with a gasp that turns into a throaty whimper.