“You can’t just leave like that,” Kirk said with a low, mocking laugh. “Of course not. No woman leaves here without being thoroughly satisfied.” George’s voice was thick with lust as he grabbed Lena’s wrist and pulled her deeper into the suite. The heavy scent of sex, sweat, and expensive cologne hung thick in the air. “Please… no,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I’m not here for this. Please, just leave me alone.” “Haha, she’s cute,” Kirk drawled, his gaze raking over her body. “Look at her—so soft. That body was made to be fucked. She can’t possibly walk out of here without something thick stretching her open.” He glanced toward the center of the room. “Right, Silver?” All eyes turned to Tarzan. But he didn’t even look up. He was still buried deep inside the woman beneath him, pouring more lube over their joined bodies before slamming back in with brutal, rhythmic force. Her loud, broken cries of overwhelmed pleasure filled the room with every savage thrust. The wet, obsce
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