LUST ZONE
Across the platform, under one of the glowing chandeliers, a scene unfolded that I couldn’t look away from.
A woman — tall, curved, skin glowing bronze in the low light — knelt on a wide velvet cushion that someone had dragged onto the mosaic floor. She wore nothing but thigh-high stockings and a thin black collar. Two men flanked her, masked like everyone else, bodies lean and taut. One stood behind, fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her mouth onto the other man’s cock with slow, deliberate thrusts. The rhythm was unhurried, almost reverent — her lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. The man behind her slid his hand down her spine, then between her legs, fingers c
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