The penthouse suite’s grand salon gleamed under cascading crystal chandeliers. Thick Persian rugs sank underfoot like whispers. Pink marble staircase spiraled up. Leather sofas cradled the elite—aged mondaines in plush gowns, tuxedoed men clutching oversized flutes of vintage champagne. Its crisp bubbles lingered on my tongue earlier, sharp and golden. I stood silent, youngest shadow among them. Pastel silk molded my slim frame, bare neck pale, chignon high. Boredom draped me.
He saw me first. Jeans slashed the formality. Brunet bulk, muscled forearms from rolled shirt. Eyes hooked mine. Heat pierced. My gaze swept faces, snagged on him. Anomaly. Staring. Fifteen meters away, legs spread, hands gripping thighs. Nos aquilins, thick lips parted. My cheeks burned. He devoured—chest, hips, ass hinted through silk. I turned away. Pulse raced. Matteur. He ogled.
The Privilege
He closed distance. Dark eyes raked lower. My nipples tightened under fabric. A matron clucked at my flush. Sweat glued a strand to temple. Aisselles damp. Ventre warmed. Server’s breeze carried my musk. Panic surged. I fled the marble stairs, corridor, chamber door. Kicked heels. Tore gown, bra, panties—acrid scent hit. Shower scalded. Hands on skin froze. His image: jean, paws, blaze. I craved.
Toweled quick. White peignoir. Sat on king bed, thighs clenched. Eyes dropped. There—in shadow by door. Gripping my gown, inhaling deep. No scream. Peignoir slid off. Lay back, feet dangling. Ceiling stared. Rustle. Footsteps.
Thighs wrenched. Thick hand on throat pinned. Eyes wide, terrified. Fingers clawed his veined forearm. Belt clinked. Pants dropped. Bestial heat poured off him. Vagin throbbed. Lips bitten. He yanked my nape. Cock thrust in view—thick, veined, hairy. Hoquet. Gland maroon, foreskin half-hid. Balls cupped, lifted. Breath heaved. Mine panted, whimpers escaped.
Gaze locked on pulsing shaft. Trembling. His hand kneaded breast—weight crushed, pain shot. Pulled back. Slammed me down. Tits bounced, swelled firm. Fingers plunged my soaked bush. Shook labia. Shriek.
Grabbed foot. Sucked deep, tongue lashed sole. Saliva trailed calf, knee, thigh. Second foot crushed in. Whimper. Legs hoisted—cunt exposed inches from his rod. Lunged wild. Gland caught lips. Pulled back. Denied.
The Excess
Dropped feet. Cock slapped thighs. Tongue lolled. He ground pelvis—shaft on belly, balls on slit. Forced my hand round it. Electric. Soft skin, rigid core, moist. Delicate fingers on vulgar meat. He licked them clean. Released. Stillness. Cock twitched wet on my stomach.
My hips rolled slow. Ass slick on sheets. Tits swayed. He gripped cheeks, scratched blood. Spread globes. Shaft retreated—balls hung, gland through bush, over clit, to lips. Lifted ass high. Foreskin peeled. Pressed core. Pushed. Resistance. Gland breached. Cried out—stretched wide. Pulled free. Sniffed fumes, peppery. Replanted. Fucked just gland—popped in-out. Balls swung. My scream peaked. Fist to teeth, blood trickled.
Fingers jammed mouth. Fear flashed. Hands vise hips. Slow thrust. Inch by inch. Walls parted. Held breath eternal. Balls slapped ass. Locked eyes. Possessed.
Long strokes. Hammered deep. Quarters out, slammed home. Sweat dripped his back. Trembled. Yanked free. Hoisted me mid-bed. Knees to ears. Cunt gaped. Dove in. Brutal pile-drive. Bed groaned. Legs cramped—hooked his back. Clung monkey-tight. He raged faster. Orgasms crashed. Mine howled, strangled. His bellowed. Froze deep. Jets flooded. Grunts primal.
Air starved. Minutes passed. Eyes opened. Gone. Silk sheets cooled skin. Penthouse hushed. City lights blurred glass walls. Secret sealed in luxury hush. Champagne flute waited—bubbles danced anew.
