I’ve been a literal ticking time bomb all week, pacing around my luxury penthouse and touching myself just to keep from losing my mind. Finding the right Porn for Masturbation usually helps me get by, but nothing compares to the real thing, especially when my wealthy, handsome client finally arrives to claim what’s his. I can hear his leather shoes clicking against the marble floor, and my heart is already thundering against my ribs because I know exactly how he likes to treat me.
I’m standing here in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with the city lights behind me, wearing nothing but sheer stockings, my skin feeling hypersensitive and desperate for his hands to bruise my hips. The second he walks into the bedroom, he doesn’t even say hello; he just grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back to look at my hungry expression. He’s finally getting a divorce, and I can feel that liberated, aggressive energy radiating off him… he doesn’t have to hide his obsession with me anymore.
He smells like expensive cologne and power, and it makes my knees go weak as he shoves me down onto the edge of the silk sheets. I’ve been waiting for this specific heat for seven long days, and now that he’s unzipping his pants, I can’t stop the little whimpers escaping my throat. He handles me like a prize he’s finally allowed to own. When he finally slides his cock in me, it’s a total system shock that makes my toes curl into the plush rug.
He’s thick, unrelenting, and he starts driving into me with a rhythm that tells me he’s been thinking about this as much as I have. I’m arched back, my eyes rolling into my head as I feel every inch of him stretching me out, filling that empty ache that’s been driving me crazy all week. He’s whispering in my ear about how he’s a free man now, and how he’s going to spend his time… and his money, making sure I’m the most satisfied girl in the city. I want you to watch me while he does this; I want you to see the way my body reacts to being used so thoroughly in this high-rise sanctuary.
My hands are all over myself, rubbing my breasts and my pussy lips while pulling at my own skin because the sensation is almost too much to handle. He’s hitting that perfect spot over and over, his heavy weight pinning me down while he fucks me with a cold, calculated intensity. It’s loud, it’s messy, and it’s exactly what I needed. By the time he’s finished with me, I’m going to be a complete wreck, shaking and breathless. But for now, just stay right there and watch me take every bit of this. I’m his favorite addiction, and today, he’s making sure I never forget who I belong to.
