THE ART OF SINS
The contrast—public elegance masking private debauchery—heightened everything.
Later, in the club’s private back room, after sealing a tense deal, they unleashed fully. Bent over a luxurious couch, I was taken in every way: Marco claiming my pussy, Luca my ass for the first time (slow and careful, stretching me with overwhelming fullness), Nico in my mouth. The pleasure-pain mix was intoxicating, their coordinated rhythm driving me to multiple screaming orgasms as they rotated and filled me.
Exhausted and glowing, I lay in their arms afterward, listening to their plans for revenge and expansion. I was no longer just payment. I was becoming their center— the soft heart in their hard world, th
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