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THE GALLERY AFTER DARK 1

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last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 05.06.2026 21:18:51

💩Private Viewing💩

The gallery was silent except for the soft click of my heels on the marble floor.

I had stayed behind after the private event, pretending to admire the new exhibition. The truth was simpler: I was waiting for him.

Elias Voss, the enigmatic curator who had been watching me all night with those piercing silver eyes.

He appeared from the shadows of the back room, tall and commanding in a tailored black suit, his dark hair slightly tousled. The security lights cast d
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    The Full CanvasElias’s sister, Victoria, stood in the doorway, her long black coat slipping from her shoulders to reveal a stunning, sculpted body in a sheer black slip. Her eyes, the same intense dark shade as her brother’s, swept over the scene: me naked and marked between Elias and Camille, their cum still leaking from me onto the velvet chaise.She smiled, slow and predatory. “Don’t stop on my account. I funded this entire series
 I believe I deserve a private preview.”Elias kissed my forehead, his cock still buried deep inside me. “Victoria has very
 particular tastes,” he murmured. “Are you ready for all of us, Zara?”I was trembling with exhaustion and overwhelming desire. “Yes,” I whispered. “I want it. All of it.”Victoria stepped closer, shedding the slip dress. Her body was elegant and powerful, full breasts, narrow waist, and smooth, toned legs. She climbed onto the chaise, straddling my face while Elias continued thrusting slowly into my pussy.“Taste me,” Victo

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 don’t stop. I need you deeper.”He gripped my hips tighter and started fucking me again with slow, deep, possessive strokes that made my eyes roll

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