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I see my little performer is about to come down to me. Oh no. Not that fast you’ll understand your fate.

I switch off the light and step back into the shade, blending with it, becoming it.

There it is—she got nervous when she didn’t find the client. But she keeps her composure and continues to seduce. No shame at all, touching herself… and doing it so beautifully, so skillfully it makes my balls ache.

And—fuck!—she took her panties off so easily!

I get it with my head that she’s an experienced stripper and being naked in front of men is just her job, but I can’t fucking handle it. My teeth grind, my eyes go red at the thought of her stripping in front of everyone… and not just stripping.

I’m behind her in a second, touching her body, her lush breasts, noticing that I’m a complete idiot for not realizing earlier she’s got neat implants that drive me insane. Done perfectly, like they’re real—kudos to the surgeon! And all that for lustful eyes!

Rage clouds my vision again and I smack her firm ass hard. I want to throw her over my knee and whip her properly for everything. For her slutty behavior, for showing herself off to others, for my suffering, for crawling under my skin and becoming part of me.

I wanted to punish her! But this little whore moaned so sweetly from the slap that my thoughts instantly went straight into filthy domination fantasies. She liked it. My roughness mixed with affection turned her on.

What other secrets are you hiding, my sensitive and responsive Adel?

I crush her body in my hands, losing my mind over how perfect, how pliant, how hot she is. I’m going insane from her scent, her taste, the way she feels in my hands. I’m at my limit, losing my head from arousal. Ann is on the edge too, deciding to help herself.

Oh no you don’t. Only with my permission.

I help my girl, our fingers plunging into her depths under my pressure. It’s so hot and wet in there. My cock is already leaking, wanting the little bitch even more. And when my runaway is right on the edge, I decide to reveal myself.

“Well, you fucking slut… I finally found you.”

Anya jerks in my arms, like a frightened bird. But I pull her tighter, kissing her delicate neck, pressing harder on her clit with her own fingers. The arousal is too strong now, no way back, and Ann starts coming loudly, squeezing our fingers hard with her pussy. She’s shaking, trembling violently, bending in half from the sensations, snapping the last of my restraint.

While the brunette is coming down from her orgasm, I shove her toward the couch and quickly drop my pants. She loses balance and ends up on all fours, and I fill her immediately.

“Nazar,” the beauty barely manages to say my name, moaning loudly, as I start pounding into her like a maniac, gripping her hips.

She feels so fucking good, so right, that jealousy takes over my mind again. Because it feels this good with everyone, for money! She didn’t even look at me five minutes ago, but she was ready to do anything without hesitation!

“Bitch!” I growl, grabbing her long black hair, wrapping it around my fist and continuing to slam into her. I wanted to punish her, slapping her hard, but she just came again from it! Knocking me out with her filthy sexuality and dragging me into climax right after her.

My twisted, bad girl. What the fuck are you doing to me, you bitch?!

Breathing hard, I finally pull out and collapse onto the couch. Right away, I grab my beloved whore and pull her into a tight embrace on my lap.

Because I know her. Give her a chance, and she’ll run again. Not happening this time.

“And now… we talk.”