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Her fingers slide your jacket off. She pushes you gently into a chair and straddles your lap. You can feel the heat between her thighs already. Her lips brush your neck, teasing you with a taste of what's coming. Every movement is slow, calculated, and drenched in intent.
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She unbuttons your shirt one by one, dragging her nails down your chest as she exposes you inch by inch. Her lips follow, kissing a line straight down your stomach. You shudder, already rock hard, and she hasn’t even touched you there yet.
But she does.
Her hands grip you, firm and confident. Her tongue flicks along your tip, teasing, then taking you deep in one slow, wet motion. Her moans vibrate against you, and you curse under your breath, gripping the armrests to keep control.
Then she stops, climbs off, and begins to undress.
Her bra drops to the floor, revealing perfectly full, soft breasts that beg to be touched. Her panties follow—lace, red, soaked.
She walks to the bed and lies back, legs parted, eyes wild. “Come get what you paid for,” she breathes.
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When you finally slide inside her, she gasps and clutches your back. You move in rhythm—hard and fast, then slow and deep. She wraps her legs around you, pulling you in tighter.
“I want all of you,” she cries. “Don’t stop.”
You flip her over. Her back curves, ass high, dripping and ready. You thrust into her again, harder, deeper. She screams, biting a pillow, body shaking under your grip. You spank her, just once. She moans louder, hungry for more.
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And it doesn’t stop at one round.
She climbs back on top, riding you like a queen—hair wild, body bouncing, moaning your name. You grip her hips and watch her lose control.
You think it’s over—but she smirks.
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