Antonio was unzipping his pants while two figures stayed crouching below him panting like hungry dogs fishing for food. It was a man and a woman and they were thirsty as hell. The male hooker's eyes were already glassy with that desperate, paid-for lust, mouth open and tongue flicking out like he could taste the cock before it even came out. The woman was licking her lips, one hand already rubbing between her own thighs, skirt hiked up so Antonio could see the wet shine on her panties. The hotel room smelled like cheap perfume, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of the city night air leaking through the cracked window.
The male hooker reached up, fingers brushing Antonio's zipper, eager to help because the man was taking awful seconds like he was savoring the tease. Antonio parried his hands hard, slapping them away.
