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She looked comfortable, like she owned the place. “Getting late, Matt,” she said softly. “You look tense. Why don’t you tell me a story? Or better yet, let me tell you one.” She started talking in that low, husky voice. Stories about late-night deals, fast cars, and men who thought they could control her. Every one had a dirty edge. How she once made a rival boss beg on his knees. How power felt better when it came with pleasure. Matt listened, pretending it was just work, but his dick stayed rock hard the whole time.

My inner muscles were spasming, trying to hold onto him as he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the quiet room. I felt the climax coming, a massive, body-numbing explosion. My muscles tensed, my pussy milking his cock in tight, frantic pulses as I came, my screams muffled by his mouth as he kissed me, drinking in my release. Richard let out a raw, jagged roar, his own body shuddering as he emptied himself deep inside me, his hot cum filling me to the brim. He gave one final, violent thrust before collapsing against me, his chest heaving.

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