The bass throbbed through the dimly lit room as she moved for me — hips rolling, back arched, that perfect ass bouncing with every beat.“Move it, doll,” I growled, my voice rough with need. I brought my palm down hard on her bare skin , the sharp slap echoing over the music. “Shake it like you mean it. Give me a reason to bury my cock in that tight little ass.”“Damien…” She moaned my name like a prayer, pushing back against me, begging without words.“I didn’t hear you,” I snarled, spanking her again, harder this time. Her skin bloomed pink under my hand.“Damien!” she cried out, louder, needier.That was all it took. I gripped her hips, lined up my throbbing cock, and…“Damien! Time for lunch!”My stepmother’s voice sliced through the fantasy like a cold knife. My eyes snapped open, heart hammering, cock painfully hard and leaking against my boxers.“Fuck…” I groaned, slamming my pillow over my face. The dream still clung to me; her soft moans, the way her body yielded, the sweet s
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