Nadia's eyes rolled back in her head reflexively, the onslaught of pleasure hammering away at her brain until she couldn't see anything but the red warmth behind her own fluttering eyelids. Her hands gripped tightly at the wrists of the older man fucking her, squeezing intensely every time his thrusting cock propelled her dazed, drowsy mind to another orgasm. It was the closest she could come to thought now, certainly the closest she could come to communication; her jaw hung slack and open, releasing nothing but moan after vacant moan into the plush hotel room. Everything was sensation now, from the throb in her aching clit to the hot tingling bliss echoing through her quaking tits every time he slammed his shaft into her soaking girly pussy. She was barely even present inside her own head. Even memory slipped away, leaving Nadia suspended in an eternal, timeless present of rhythmic fucking that replaced her consciousness with helpless ecstasy. She had no idea where her clothes had gone, how she wound up flat on her back in the hotel chair with her knees around her shoulders and her feet up in the air. Not that it would have helped her to know those things; Nadia was just as perplexed when this man first walked into the room and captured her with his deep brown eyes as she was now, unable to look at anything but the inside of her own head. She never had a chance to regain her equilibrium, to figure out what it was about the salt and pepper bearded older man with the intense stare and the quiet, confident charisma that made her pussy so suddenly and inexplicably wet, and of course it was impossible now. His large cock was pounding away her thoughts one by one, emptying her mind into slick, smooth compliance for him. And Nadia found that she loved every second of it. She'd never believed herself capable of being rendered helpless so easily by sexual pleasure; if anything, Nadia assumed that tales of passionate lust between strangers were merely an invention of men who wanted to believe their attentions were always welcome wherever they went and no matter how little connection they had to the women they hit on. But those thoughts, along with every other, evaporated the moment this man entered the hotel's quiet lounge area and fixed her with that smoldering gaze of his. She forgot how to look away from him. She forgot modesty, propriety, even self-determination in the depths of his eyes. When he took her hand and led her to his hotel room, she welcomed his touch like a traveler welcomed home at the end of a long journey. Leaving her undressing and unwrapping to him felt like she belonged. And when his cock pushed between her slick, dripping labia and sank into the soaking folds of her pussy, Nadia welcomed the oblivion pleasure brought her. It felt deeper, stronger, more potent and powerful than any fumbling sex she'd ever experienced; even her favorite vibrator never gave her orgasms like this. His thick shaft and warm, husky voice teased climax after climax out of her wet pussy, even as the words he spoke slipped past her dazed and drowsy consciousness and passed beyond memory the moment she heard them. Nadia didn't care. She knew she would remember them when the time was right... and for the moment, being fucked by this particular Man was exactly the story she wanted to become.