Private Suite Upstairs The New World of SwapTech chapter 6 by deleted_user

Lisa doesn't wait for more debate. She hooks one crimson-nailed finger into Mark's belt loop and pulls him toward the gilded elevators at the far end of the casino floor. The dress's high slit flashes thigh with every stride; heads turn, but she doesn't care. The borrowed body moves like liquid sex—hips swaying, breasts bouncing just enough to make the silk lining rasp against already-aching nipples.

Mark follows, cock straining against the tailored trousers, every step sending jolts of unfamiliar heaviness between his legs. The elevator doors slide shut. Alone at last.

Lisa presses the button for the penthouse suite—Raven's "safe house" according to the script's muscle memory—and then presses herself against him. Full, soft tits crush into his chest; her mouth finds his in a hungry, open kiss. She tastes like cherry lip gloss and danger. Her tongue is bolder than Lisa's ever was in their real bodies, exploring without hesitation.

"Fuck, Mark," she breathes against his lips, voice husky with Elena Voss's timbre. "This pussy is throbbing. I can feel how empty it is. How much it wants to be filled."

Mark groans, hands sliding down to grip her ass—firm, round, perfect. He squeezes, and Lisa gasps, grinding her hips forward so the heat of her cunt presses against the ridge of his erection through fabric.

The doors ding open. They stumble into the suite—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glittering Strip, a massive bed already turned down like the movie anticipated this detour.

Lisa shoves him onto the mattress. She hikes the gown up around her waist—no panties underneath, just smooth, waxed skin and glistening folds. She straddles his thighs, reaching down to free his cock. It's thick, veined, heavier than Mark's own; the head is already leaking.

She strokes him once, twice—slow, teasing—then guides him to her entrance. The first inch sinks in with a wet, sucking heat that makes both of them curse.

Lisa's eyes roll back. "Oh god... it's so full. Stretching me. I can feel every ridge." She sinks lower, taking him to the hilt, inner walls fluttering around the invasion.

Mark thrusts up instinctively, hands gripping her hips. "Lisa—fuck—you're so tight. So wet. Ride me."

She does. Hard. Fast. Tits bouncing free of the plunging neckline, nipples dark and stiff. She leans forward so they drag across his chest, moaning filthy encouragements: "Harder. Deeper. Fuck your wife in this slutty thief body."

They come together in a messy, shuddering rush—her clenching around him in waves, his cock pulsing deep inside, filling Raven's cunt with heat. Lisa collapses on top of him, laughing breathlessly.

"We just derailed the entire heist plot," she whispers. "Think the movie will let us stay here all night?"

The remote is still clutched in her hand. The story might fight back... or it might bend to their will.