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THE ROOFTOP TEMPTATION 2

Autor: D.L.P
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-01 20:30:33

💩Penthouse Possession💩

Marcus didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to close.

The second we stepped inside, he pushed me against the mirrored wall, his hand sliding up my thigh and pushing two fingers back into my cum-filled pussy. I moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the small space as the elevator descended one floor.

“You’re still dripping my cum,” he growled, curling his fingers deep. “Such a messy little slut.”

I rocked against his hand, my dress still bunched around my wais
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    Opening ShiftThe morning cleaning crew’s keys rattled in the front door just as Damien pushed two thick fingers back inside my dripping, cum-filled pussy on the pool table.I was still naked, my body covered in hickeys, bite marks, and handprints, my thighs shiny with multiple loads of his cum. The first rays of dawn were creeping through the high windows, illuminating the mess we had made of the bar, scattered bottles, rumpled clothes, and the unmistakable scent of sex hanging in the air.“Damien
 they’re coming in,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from moaning all night, even as my hips rocked against his hand.He smirked, curling his fingers against my g-spot while his thumb rubbed my swollen clit. “Then you’d better stay quiet while I make you cum one more time before they start cleaning.”The front door opened. Two cleaners, a middle-aged woman and a younger man, stepped inside, pushing their carts, chatting casually about the shift ahead. They hadn’t seen us yet in the back corner

  • American Heatwave: A Steamy Hot Collection   THE BARTENDER'S LAST CALL 1

    After ClosingThe last customer stumbled out of the dimly lit bar at 2:47 AM, leaving behind the faint scent of whiskey and stale smoke. I locked the heavy wooden door, flipped the sign to CLOSED, and let out a long breath. The place was finally empty.Except for him.Damien sat at the far end of the polished mahogany bar, nursing the last sip of his bourbon, his sharp gray eyes watching me with that quiet intensity that had been building between us for months. He was a regular and always the last to leave, always alone, always making my pulse quicken with a single look.I walked behind the bar, my black tank top clinging to my skin from the long night, my short denim skirt riding high on my thighs. “We’re closed, Damien. You know the rules.”He set his glass down slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. “Rules are for customers. I’m not here as a customer tonight.”The air thickened instantly. I felt the heat between my legs before he even moved.I leaned against the bar, my breasts pres

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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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    Taste TestThe heavy oak door of the private wine cellar closed with a soft, final click, sealing us away from the bustling Michelin-starred restaurant above.I stood in the cool, dimly lit underground chamber surrounded by thousands of rare bottles, my black silk dress clinging to my body from the humidity. My heart was racing as Elias Voss, the world-renowned sommelier and owner of the restaurant, stepped closer, holding a crystal glass of deep ruby wine.“You requested a private tasting, Miss Zara,” he said, his voice low and velvety, with a slight French accent that made my thighs press together. “I intend to give you one you will never forget.”Elias was 37, tall and powerfully built, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing hazel eyes that seemed to see straight through me. He had been the one to personally approve my reservation for this exclusive after-hours experience.He swirled the wine in the glass, then held it to my lips. “First, the aroma.”I inhaled deepl

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 while I’m finger-fucking his wife full of my cum at 40,000 feet.”I moaned softly, typing with difficulty:**Me: Safe landing. Flight was
 very smooth. Talk soon.**The second I hit send, Damien pushed a third finger inside me, stretching me open while his thumb worked my clit faster. I came hard, shaking in the seat as my pussy gushed around his fingers, fresh juices mixing with his

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    Turbulent SkiesThe private jet cabin lights dimmed to a seductive amber as we reached cruising altitude somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.I was the only passenger on this overnight flight to Paris, except for the pilot.Captain Damien Vale.He had stepped out of the cockpit thirty minutes ago, still in his crisp white uniform shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing powerful forearms, and dark navy trousers that hugged his muscular thighs. His sharp jaw, dark hair, and piercing green eyes had been making my thighs press together since the moment I boarded.Now, he stood in front of me, the cockpit door locked behind him.“Miss Evelyn,” he said, voice low and commanding, “the autopilot is on. We have six hours before descent. I intend to use every single minute of it.”I was already wet.I stood up from the wide leather seat, my short black dress riding high on my thighs. “Then don’t waste time, Captain.”Damien crossed the cabin in two strides and pulled me against him. His mouth

  • American Heatwave: A Steamy Hot Collection   MERGER OF MOUTHS 1

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    💩The Kiss That Started It All💩The off-campus house was loud with laughter and the clink of red Solo cups. It was a typical Friday night for our group of college friends. Eight of us squeezed into the living room, the lights dimmed, and music playing low in the background. We had just fi

  • American Heatwave: A Steamy Hot Collection   UBER POOL TURNED SEX POOL 2

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  • American Heatwave: A Steamy Hot Collection   MASSEUSE’S SPECIAL OIL TREATMENT 2

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