What if we check in to a motel?

What if we check in to a motel? The question was thrown out there casually, but the excitement was palpable. The thought of being away from prying eyes, of being able to let loose and explore desires that were usually kept hidden, was intoxicating. And so, they found themselves in a secluded room, the air thick with anticipation. He started off by worshiping her ass, his tongue tracing the curves and crevices, his fingers exploring deeper. She moaned in pleasure, her body arching towards him. He took his time, savoring every moment, every sensation. And then, he plunged his fingers into her, stretching her out, preparing her for what was to come. She was ready. He began with his fingers, stretching her wide, pushing her limits. And then, he took it further, his fist finding its way into her, filling her completely. The pleasure was intense, overwhelming. And they reveled in it, lost in their own world of pleasure.