They sat, and instantly, one of the latex lads appeared, balancing a tray with two flutes of champagne. She reached for the gate buzzer, but before her finger hit it, the iron creaked open, slow and deliberate, like the place was waiting for her. She’s hot, I’ll give her that, Lena thought, trailing Seraphina through a foyer of polished marble and flickering candelabras. The massive oak door swung inward as she approached, and out stepped a vision that made Lena’s breath catch—despite herself. Just stories…” Read 4716 times |
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Do come in.” Lena shook her hand—firm, cool—those nails brushing her skin, sending an involuntary shiver up her arm. “What the—fuck—” Lena gasped, eyes wide, but her body betrayed her, left hand diving between her thighs, rubbing her pussy through her jeans, rough denim grinding against her clit. The woman was stunning, late 40s but ageless, with porcelain skin, jet-black hair cascading in waves, and crimson lips curled into a knowing smirk.
