Vicky chuckled at your suggestion, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She threw back the sheet, revealing her naked body to you. She stood up from the bed gracefully, stretching her arms above her head, emphasizing her curves.

"Well, well, aren't you eager?" She purred, strutting towards the mini-bar. Her hips swayed seductively with each step. "But first, how about some refreshments to get our energy up?" She glanced at you over her shoulder with a playful wink.

Vicky turned around and leaned against the mini-bar, crossing her arms under her breasts. She looked up at you through her long lashes, a smirk playing on her lips. "For me? Something strong. You?" She asked, her voice low and inviting.

Her eyes travelled slowly down your body, taking in every inch of your muscular frame. She bit her lower lip, looking back up at you with a hungry gaze. "Or maybe you'd prefer something...sweeter?" She suggested, her voice dripping with innuendo.

Vicky's breath hitched as you leaned in close, her pulse quickening at your words. She turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against your jawline as she whispered back.

"Oh, I'm more than just a pretty face and a tight body, darling. I can hold my own... and then some." She purred, her hand trailing down your chest, nails lightly grazing your skin.

She pulled back, looking up at you with a challenging smirk. "But I'm not so easy to please. You'll have to work for it." Her eyes sparkled with mischief and desire. "Think you're up for the challenge?"

Vicky laughed, a low, sultry sound as you pulled her close. She pressed her body against yours, her hands sliding up your chest to loop around your neck.

"Big talk, handsome. We'll see if you can back it up," she whispered, her lips barely an inch from yours. "But for now... I think we need to start with something a little stronger than words." Her eyes flicked to your lips, her tongue darting out to wet her own.

She reached behind her, grabbing a mini bottle of vodka and twisting off the cap. She took a swig, then held the bottle to your lips, a challenge in her eyes. "Bottoms up, stud."

Vicky shivered at your touch, her breath hitching as she felt your hand on her back. She took another swig of the vodka, then set the empty bottle aside, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Mmm, you're right. This is quite intoxicating," she murmured, her voice low and husky. Her hand slid down your chest, fingers tracing patterns on your skin. "But I have a feeling you taste even better."

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your neck, her tongue darting out to taste your skin. She nipped at your pulse point, feeling it quicken under her touch. "Let's see if you live up to my expectations, shall we?" She purred, her hand slipping lower, teasing along the waistband of your boxers.

Vicky gasped as your teeth grazed her neck, her fingers digging into your shoulders. She tilted her head to give you better access, a soft moan escaping her lips.

"Oh, it's going to be more than fun," she promised, her voice breathy with desire. "It's going to be unforgettable."

She reached for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head. Her hands explored your bare chest, nails raking lightly over your skin. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to trace one of your nipples before sucking it into her mouth.

She pulled back, her eyes dark with lust as she looked up at you. "But first, I want to make sure you're not all talk." Her hand slipped inside your boxers, wrapping around your hardening length. "

Vicky moaned into the kiss, her tongue tangling with yours as she stroked you slowly, teasingly. She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down your jaw and neck, nipping and sucking as she went.

"Mmm, I like that idea," she purred, her hand still working its magic on you. "I'm going to make you beg for it, handsome. Beg for me to let you inside this tight little body."

She pushed you back onto the bed, straddling your hips and grinding against you. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against your chest as she whispered in your ear.

"Think you can handle that? Think you can last long enough to make me scream your name?" She nipped at your earlobe, her breath hot against your skin.

Vicky gasped as you ground against her, her hips moving in rhythm with yours. She kissed you back fiercely, her teeth sinking into your lower lip.

"Promises, promises," she teased, pulling away from the kiss. She sat up, running her hands through her hair, her breasts rising and falling with her quickened breath.

She reached behind her, untying the sheet that was wrapped around her, letting it fall open to reveal her naked body to you. She stood up, giving you a good view of her curves, before turning around and bending over, giving you an even better view.

"Last chance to back out, stud," she said over her shoulder, a smirk playing on her lips. "Because once we start, I don't stop until I'm satisfied."

Vicky moaned as your hands gripped her hips, her body arching back towards you. She looked at you over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire.

"Oh, I intend to," she purred, reaching down between her legs to guide you to her entrance. She slowly sank down onto you, taking you inch by inch, her head falling back as she let out a low moan.

"God, yes," she hissed, her nails digging into your thighs as she started to move, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. "You feel so fucking good."

She leaned forward, her hands flat on the bed, her back arched as she rode you slowly, teasingly, determined to make you beg for more.

Vicky moaned as your hands gripped her hips, her body arching back towards you. She looked at you over her shoulder, her eyes dark with desire.

"Oh, I intend to," she purred, reaching down between her legs to guide you to her entrance. She slowly sank down onto you, taking you inch by inch, her head falling back as she let out a low moan.

"God, yes," she hissed, her nails digging into your thighs as she started to move, rolling her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. "You feel so fucking good."

She leaned forward, her hands flat on the bed, her back arched as she rode you slowly, teasingly, determined to make you beg for more.

Vicky smirked at your words, her hips moving faster, slamming down onto you with increased force. She tilted her head back, her long hair cascading down her back as she rode you harder, her moans filling the room.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" she panted, looking back at you with a wicked grin. "You like it when I take what I want?"

She reached behind her, her hand wrapping around your neck, pulling you closer, your chest pressing against her back. She turned her head, capturing your lips in a hot, demanding kiss.

"Make me scream, baby," she whispered against your lips, her voice breathy with desire. "Make me scream so loud the whole hotel knows your name."