It was well into the night, and the Winterside Club had gone quiet—uncomfortably quiet. Outside the warm lights of the lodge windows, there was nothing but the pale shine of the moon, endless stretches of snow, and the sound of boots crunching as security guards walked around with flashlights slicing through the dark. Since early afternoon, everyone had been looking for the Armenian politician after his security team reported that he and his escort girlfriend had gone missing from his room. The hotel management didn’t want the situation to blow up into a scandal, so they’d been pushing the search nonstop, restless and on edge. One of the guards pressed his transceiver close. His breath fogged the frozen air. "Unfortunately... everything’s clear on this end." He swung his beam across the barren tree line. "I don’t think we’re finding the politician or his model girlfriend anytime soon." Snow, trees, and more snow. That was all he saw. The voice on the other end came heavy with irritation. [I don’t even know how the hell we’re gonna explain this to his security team. They’re out there too, making a bigger mess than us. And if the guests catch wind one of their own is missing—hah—panic. Screaming. Rumors. I can’t deal with that shit tonight.] The sigh that followed was so dragged out and despairing that the man holding the transceiver couldn’t stop himself sighing too. Except in the frozen woods, all it became was a puff of white breath. "I’m heading back in..." The guard said simply. A sharp mhm came back. "We’ll sweep again tomorrow." He turned on his heel, crunching against the snow. When suddenly, he froze. The woods went deathly silent. Even the static whine of the wind seemed to hush, which left only the distant, bone-deep howl of snow blasting through branches. "Uh. Is everything fine?" "You there? Don’t screw with me." The man’s hand slackened. His transceiver slipped into the snow with a muted thunk. And then—his lips bent into a strange, wistful smile. A dreamy moan slipped from his throat, thick with bliss that had no place out here. He stumbled forward through the snow, eyes glazed like he was hypnotized, steps shaky as though tugged by invisible strings. From the darker half of the treeline, there was a woman. A tall, muscular figure, dark-skinned and bold, with an intoxicating confidence carved into every line of her stance. Her eyes glowed an icy, feral blue under the moonlight. She was tall, her figure full of heavy curves that could make any man lose his composure. Her body wasn’t just soft—it was built, every muscle shaping her frame while her chest and hips carried plenty of flesh to feast the eyes on. The man couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath, almost drunk on the sight of her. And those thighs—thick, powerful, and juicy-looking—were like perfect slabs of meat, the kind that begged to be touched. But in his case, he wanted to be dominated by them. "You should suffice..." Her voice dripped with predatory heat. She dragged her slobbery tongue across her bottom lip slowly, before raising a hand in beckon. The man shivered like a starving dog before a feast. His grin widened, his pupils shrank. Step by step, he trudged closer as the snow sunk beneath his boots. By then, his mouth was open, drool stringing down his chin. Below his belt, his pants strained so tightly it looked like something was about to tear through. "Terrans... predictable. You’re aroused by my presence like the shameless dog you are~" When he finally reached her, she didn’t waste time. Her hand shot out powerfully to grab his crotch with a brutal squeeze. His scream ripped out in the night. It was hard to tell if he was feeling pleasure or pain. But the next sound erased all doubt. A blood-curdling shriek tore through the still forest. Over the comm, the other guard nearly dropped his transceiver at the sudden eruption of sound. "WHAT THE FUCK—!? HEY! HEY! YOU OKAY!?" What answered him was not his partner’s voice, but a low, sexy laugh—husky, deep, and feminine as it vibrated with satisfaction. The man on the comm paled. "Who the fuck is that!? ANSWER ME—!" But all he got was more screaming. More wails. The wet sound of meat slapping against meat. And bones snapping under monstrous strength She kept on bouncing on the man’s shattered crotch. "More~ ❤️ I want a monster that can handle me~ ❤️!!" The bubbling water frothed around them when Scott suddenly let out a thunderous sneeze that shook his whole body. He groaned and slumped in the hot tub as he rubbed at his nose with one finger. "Someone’s probably talking about me right now..." He sniffled some more as he muttered. Another sneeze almost came, but he clenched his teeth and forced it back down with a heavy grunt. "Can you not sneeze in the water we’re soaking in?" Emma said lazily, side-eying him with a small grin. "That’s unhygienic, you know..." Scott shot her a side glance. She was leaning back against the hot tub’s edge with her arms stretched out in pure luxury, a towel wrapped around her head. The steam had kissed her cheeks pink, turning them into soft sugar plums he could’ve bitten into. But his eyes inevitably wandered lower. Her chest floated in the water, two massive, perky mounds that rose and fell each time she took a breath, swaying the water around them. Her nipples peeked out just under the surface, rosy and twitching like they had a mind of their own. Her nipples had a faint, rosy-red glow to them today, and every time the warm water slid over them, they gave the tiniest twitch, like it was a sensational touch. Scott wasn’t surprised though—he already knew just how sensitive Emma was. Just a few hours earlier, her nipples had been pressing hard against her clothes, sticking out so boldly they looked like they were ready to punch through the fabric. Winter or warm, her nipples would react in some way. Scott groaned again, but this time for a different reason. "You can’t just leave your chest hanging out like that. This is public! Anyone could walk in any second!" Without even thinking, his hand moved over to cover her big breasts, especially her stubborn nipples. Emma jerked with a little squeal. "Ahh—hey! That tickles!" She giggled as her body vibrated under his touch. It definitely wasn’t intentional, but she still enjoyed the feel of his palm. Scott swam closer as he scowled but still trying to shield her from the open air. Her laughter rang out like bells. "Tee-hee~! You’re such a fuss..." When Scott finally looked up, her smile had softened. And for a long, hot moment, they simply stared—closer and closer—until his lips pressed against hers. The kiss deepened instantly, her soft upper lip trapped between his as his tongue sloppily slid in to wrestle with hers in a messy, wet tangle. Saliva dripped down the corners of their mouths, but neither cared. The taste of her tongue drowned out everything else. When they pulled back, a thick, shining strand of spit still connected their lips. Scott smirked like he’d just won a prize. "You’re the one whining about hygiene... but one kiss, and look how active you already are." Emma leaned back to wipe her lips with her thumb, then gave him a cool smirk. "Heyyy~ ❤️ Don’t pretend like you don’t know me. I never turn down fun... especially not the kind where you bend me over in the tub and make me bark like a puppy." She bit her lip as her eyes sexily went half-lidded. Scott’s face cracked and his composure fell apart. His hands slipped under the water and gripped her wide hips as he dragged her closer until her breasts pressed against his chest and her nipples poked him like tiny hot needles. "God, you’re too hot! How do you say things that always set me off?" Emma’s arms coiled around his shoulders to pull him closer until their foreheads and noses touched. "That’s ’cause I know your love button..." Her hand slid underwater and pinched his nipple sharply. Her voice dropped lower, much more sexier. "How to turn my sweet boy on~ ❤️" She aggressively twisted his nipple. Scott’s body jolted like he was struck by lightning. A flash of heat shot through him. His grip on her widened until both his hands had sunk into her plush ass cheeks. They felt like thick chunks of high-quality meat. He squeezed them hard enough to leave dents. Emma’s smirk widened as she rolled her hips while she rubbed her round butt against his crotch. "Sensitive, aren’t we, Mister Vigilante?" She kept hungrily teasing his cock over and over until it twitched uncontrollably, so much that it looked like it could’ve gone red like a radish. 『Aaauunnn~ I love his tip swells... it always feels like I’m shoving a caramel apple up my ass! ❤️』 The soft, meaty pressure was maddening. Each grind of her ass cheeks against him was like molten butter sliding against steel, and Scott couldn’t hold back the groan that tore out of his throat. "Uuuhhh... f-, fuck..." Emma’s eyes sparkled devilishly as she worked him harder as her slippery movements teased his twitching tip. His head fell back against the tub’s edge, mouth half open as a raw moan slipped out with the bubbling water. "Mmnn~ ❤️ my favorite carnival ride..." She slowly leaned in to whisper into his ear while she nibbled it like candy. "I like it when you’re this sensitive... makes me feel like I’ve got you dancing on my palm." Her hips rolled again, and this time, his tip brushed against the slipperiness of her honey hole. His swollen tip painfully bulged some more. Anymore and his tip would burst. It was red like a cherry. Shwwsss~ His tip traced against her meaty hole again. A sharp tremor passed through both of them. Scott hissed through his teeth as his eyes shut tight. His mouth dropped open the instant his tip pressed into those soft, plush folds, slick and creamy with heat. He knew Emma had a thick, juicy play hole, but tonight it felt even fuller—like her arousal had swollen it just for him. Every slow grind against her felt like dragging his cock through warm, melted butter. "Uuuffff~ goddamn, that feels like silk..." Smooth and intoxicatingly soft. Emma giggled, biting his ear again, voice husky. "You’re wondering how I squeeze all this fat kitty into those tight little pants I wear every day, aren’t you~? ❤️" Scott opened his eyes, panting, staring at her in disbelief. "Y-, Yeah... actually..." She whispered with a giggle, grinding down harder so that his swollen tip kissed her slippery folds again. Scott’s hands tightened on her hips to stop her motion. She blinked at him, confused. "H-, Huh? Why’d you stop?" He frowned, almost disappointed. "...I don’t have a condom here." Emma blinked once, twice—then puffed her cheeks out in an exaggerated frown. It was quite adorable. She actually pouted like a child as her lips jutted forward. "I don’t care! We’re doing it anyway!" She clung to him like a koala as she pressed her soft bouncy breasts into his face. "Come oooon, Scotty~ pound me already!" She whined like a needy little child. Before Emma could say another word, Scott grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against him so suddenly that she let out a little shriek. Her body tensed for a moment, surprised by how rough he had gotten—but the smile curving her lips told a different story. Her eyes narrowed like a teasing fox as her teeth sunk into her lower lip with hunger. "Mmm... I love where this is going." The hot tub steamed around them, bubbles humming against their bare skin. Just the two of them, naked, pressed together. Emma slid down slowly, making sure to drag her body against his until the thick, throbbing length of his cock nestled between her thighs. She shivered as it nudged against her swollen, slippery folds. It was like sparks stabbing right through her sweet spot. Very painful and overwhelming, but also delicious. She shifted her hips so her heavy breasts bounced like soft mounds that smacked lightly against her chest. Scott’s hands moved instantly to roughly grab them like prized fruit. He licked his lips while massaging her breasts. They felt like freshly plucked oranges in his hands. Sometimes he squeezed hard enough to make them bulge between his fingers. Her nipples hardened to stiff points to jut out like bullets, and he toyed with them greedily—as if he was trying to milk her. Indeed, maybe he was hoping for a white creamy shower to spray out of her nipples. But so far her nipples just twitched and reddened. Emma threw her head back as she clutched his shoulders. Her hips rolled so her ass ground down against his cock. His peen twitched beneath the weighty softness of her thick cheeks as it strained for release. It was almost as if she was suffocating his hard thing with the fullness of her bottom. "You like how heavy my ass is~?" She giggled playfully. Scott just clenched his eyes shut and focused on her soft meaty breasts. The way his hands moved—rough and hungry. Emma moaned louder, grinding her soft bottom back against him until she felt more alive than ever. "OHhh~ ❤️ FUCK, YESSS~!!" Her smile widened, and with a slow push of her hips, she let him slide deep inside. Their mouths crashed together as their tongues wrestled in a sloppy, heated kiss. Her saliva was hot, messy, and needy—spreading across his lips like she wanted to drown him in it. "God, you’re so hard... I love thaa~aaaat!" Bit by bit, she sank down until his cock was completely swallowed inside her. It was like her sweet hole had turned into a greedy little tube, sucking down every inch of him. Scott groaned as he trembled at the way her tight slimy walls clamped around his shaft and pleasurably squeezed him in all the right places. "Ahhhhnnn~ ❤️ you’re really in there~" Hot breath spilled from her lips, turning into steam in the cool air above the tub. Scott growled as his body vibrated with pleasure. Emma grabbed his head to pull him close as she clenched even tighter around him. His balls slapped softly against her ass, heavy and pressed deep. His face twisted in bliss, and she smiled wickedly, patting his head like he was her good boy. Then she lifted her hips. Just enough to let him slip out. The way her pink walls pressed against him and the sudden freedom his peen felt—glee! Then Emma dropped again with a loud splash. PAH! PAAHH!! PAAAHHHH!! Her hips smacked the water harder each time while her tits bounced wildly against his chest. Her beef pit clutched his cock mercilessly to squeeze and drag along every vein like it was polishing him to perfection. Scott kissed her deeper, and she bit his lip with a growl. It felt less like lovemaking and more like a fight. Hot, messy, and desperate. "Ahh~! Ahhhh ❤️!! Grab my ass and fuck me through the water—faster! You feel me squeezing around you? I’m gonna milk this cock dry, Scotty. Keep thrusting, don’t stop—I’ll ride you until you’re twitching, until you’re pumping every last drop into me, screaming my name like it’s the only word you know ❤️!!" The absolute hunger in her voice matched the ferocity of her bouncing. Each time she wanted it to go deeper... Each time she wanted his tip to tickle her very insides... Each time she felt the pleasure was not enough... She’d just bounced harder on his peen like her cream pit was a hammer and his thing was the nail. Every slam of her hips buried his cock to the hilt as her soft ass molded against his lap like a perfect cushion. His shaft twitched violently inside her, veins pulsing, and she felt it. Squeezing harder, she slapped his thigh. Like she was urging him to spray it inside her already. More and more she slapped his thigh until she left it red as her swollen nipples. "Cum for me, sweetie. Right fucking now." Her plea came out half-moan, half-cry. Yes, she was tearing up like she was in pains. Maybe the overwhelming pleasures from having her beef pit stretched out by his cock got to her. She was burning down there, so much pain. 『I don’t wanna be walking when I’m done~ ❤️』 Her smile went creepily wide and she chuckled like a witch that belonged in an asylum. Scott’s shaft inflated inside her as his vein shaft fought to stretch her slippery insides. Her honey pot could almost feel the entire shape of his swollen tube inside her. "Ooouuuhhh! There it is──!!" Just as he was about to gush out all the creamy mud into her hole, someone barged into the hot tub room. The source of this content ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥 Emma slipped under the water instantly. She was now hiding beneath the bubbling surface. Scott’s cock was throbbing painfully. He just wanted to explode. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Jenna Morales stood at the entrance in a bathrobe. 『Wha— What does she want—!?』