Heena lay submerged in the grand marble bathtub of the Presidential Suite, warm water gently lapping around her body.
The tub was enormous, easily big enough for three or four people, its smooth edges gleaming under soft golden lights.
She rested her head against the cushioned pillow, eyes closed, a rare expression of deep peace softening her beautiful features.
In the quiet luxury surrounding her, her mind wandered freely.
Just a few hours ago she had been preparing for another lonely evening in her ordinary apartment. Now she was here, naked in the most prestigious suite of a luxirious hotel, with a man she had once seen only as her young student.
A boy. Yet in this short time, that same boy had devilishly torn down every wall she had built, making her cum harder and louder than she had ever experienced in her life.
He had teased her shamelessly about her husband being right next door, and instead of shame crushing her, the risk had only made her burn hotter.
