Published: June 13th 2025, 8:01:08 am
I had been talking with hotwife Brie Love off and on for a couple years, our chats always flirty, teasing, building a slow-burning anticipation. She was that perfect mix of playful and daring — a married beauty with an adventurous streak. After countless messages, we finally made it happen. I booked a sleek hotel downtown, 27 floors up, with a floor-to-ceiling view that made the city glow like it was watching us.
Brie met me downstairs at the bar, looking stunning in tight black jeans and sexy top. She had that delicious kind of shyness — the kind that lets her eyes do all the talking. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, but her body language told a much different story. Every glance, every accidental brush of her arm, every flick of her hair sent my imagination racing.
Once we got upstairs, though, that shy exterior peeled away like wrapping paper on a gift I’d been waiting far too long to open. Brie transformed. She was ravenous. Bold. Desperate to finally taste what she'd been craving all this time. She dropped to her knees, hungry for the full experience, and determined to leave her mark — and some lipstick — all over me.
What followed was nothing short of explosive. Her passion poured out in waves as I took control, giving her everything she’d fantasized about. Watching her surrender to pleasure, moaning with the skyline behind her, was unforgettable. This was years in the making… and worth every second.
Come see why Brie’s husband loves hearing about our night together — and why we're already talking about round two! 😈