"I’m going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before," she whispered into my ear, her voice a ragged, desperate rasp that bypassed my ears and went straight to my gut. "I’m going to ride you until your cock fucking explodes. I want you to fuck back with everything you’ve got... give everything."
She tightened her grip on , her knuckles white, her professional mask finally lting away into raw, carnal hunger. "I like it rough, Druski. Don’t you dare be gentle with the Queen."
I didn’t give her another second to breathe. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, kissing the pulsing vein there with a bruising intensity. My hands road downward, mapping the smooth, expensive skin of her back before cupping the heavy, firm weight of her ass cheeks. I squeezed them, feeling the toned muscle beneath the surface—the result of years of "athletic" performance.
With a sudden, powerful surge, I spun her around. I forced her to face the wall, her palms flat against the cold plaster right beneath the massive portrait of Michael. I wanted her looking at the life she had built while I tore it down from behind.
I spat into my palm, the sound sharp in the quiet room, and then I guided myself to her entrance. With one heavy, unrelenting thrust, I slamd into her slick, burning heat with enough force to make the gold-frad portrait rattle against the wall.
"Aaagh... fuck! That’s it, Druski!" she gasped, her head snapping back, a wild, delirious smile stretching across her face. "That’s exactly... how I like it!"
"Oh yeah? I’m going to make you my little whore tonight, Lana," I growled into her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe. I reached around her, my large hands enveloping her massive, surgically perfected breasts. I gripped them tight, using them as handles to anchor myself as I began to drive into her.
The rhythm was primal. My hips beat against her ass with the rhythmic thud of a sledgehamr, the sound echoing through the high-ceilinged room. Every ti I slamd forward, her body jolted, her gold stilettos clicking against the floor as she fought to keep her balance. The sight of Michael’s stoic, painted face looking down at us—seeing another man claim his wife in his own ho—sent a jolt of taboo lightning through my system.
"Is that all you’ve got, Druski?" she taunted, though her voice was breaking. She looked back at over her shoulder, her hair a wild ss of dark waves. "Is that... your best?"
I didn’t answer with words. I drew back, my hand connecting with her rear in a sharp, stinging spank that left a reddening print on her pale skin. Then, I shifted gears. I leaned into my stamina , my thrusts becoming faster, deeper, and more violent.
"Oh yes... oh my god, that’s good! That’s so fucking good!" she moaned, her voice rising into a high-pitched wail that echoed off the marble floors.
I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back so she was forced to look up at the portrait while I hamred into her from below. I slamd deep, bottoming out with every stroke, her body rocking back into like a ship in a storm.
"Look at him, Lana!" I commanded, my voice a low, dominant snarl. "Tell him who owns you tonight!"
I pulled her even tighter against the wall, my pace reaching an impossible, rhythmic blur. The heat surged, and I felt the first massive wave of heat building in my gut. I didn’t hold back. I pulled out at the last second, a hot, heavy stream of cum spraying across the curve of her reddened ass cheeks, marking her like a trophy.
Lana leaned her forehead against the wall, panting, but as she looked back at the ss over her shoulder, her expression wasn’t one of satisfaction—it was disappointnt.
"Druski... no," she rasped, her voice thick with unfulfilled hunger. "I don’t want it out there. I want you to fill . I want to feel you deep inside."
I smirked, the erection still keeping at a full, pulsing salute. I didn’t need a break. I slid back into her pussy, the friction of her slick heat welcoming back, but she let out a sharp, sudden moan and reached back, pushing against my thighs.
"Wait," she whispered, her eyes flashing with a new, darker intent. "Actually... take the other way. I want it rougher. I love it in the ass, Druski. Don’t hold back."
I pulled out, the sound of suction echoing in the room. I didn’t hesitate. I guided my cock to her tight, puckered star, and with a slow, agonizingly steady pressure, I pushed inside. The sensation was incredible—a crushing, velvet grip that felt like hot silk wrapping around . It was a completely different kind of heat, tighter and more demanding than anything I’d felt before.
Lana let out a muffled scream into her palm, her back arching so hard I thought it might snap. I grabbed her by the back of the neck, my fingers tangling in her hair to steady her, and began to thrust. Each stroke was a battle against her resistance, a deep, heavy invasion that made her whole body shudder.
I spun her around mid-stroke, forcing her to face . Our lips clashed in a rough, desperate kiss, the taste of champagne and sweat mingling between us. I hooked my arms under her thighs, hoisting her up and pinning her back against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
"You’re a fucking animal," she hissed between kisses, her nails raking down my back, leaving stinging red trails. "Break , Druski. Make forget my own na."
I shifted my weight, sliding out of her tight rear and plunging back into her soaking pussy in one smooth motion. I began to pound into her with a relentless, chanical force. Every ti my hips slamd against hers, her back hit the wall, and the portrait of Michael rattled above us as if he were trembling in the face of what I was doing to his wife.
She was a ss of moans and dirty talk, her professional dignity completely incinerated. She was scratching, biting, and begging for more, her veteran experience finally eting a man who could outlast her every move.
Lana let out a ragged breath, her eyes blown wide and glazed with a level of desire that her 567 scenes could never have faked. She reached up, pulling my hands from her waist.
"Get down," she commanded, her voice trembling but regaining a sliver of that directorial authority. "Down on the floor, Druski. Right now."
I didn’t argue. I stepped back and lowered myself onto the cold, white marble floor, the contrast of the chilled stone against my heated skin sending a jolt through my spine.
Lana didn’t waste a second. She stood over for a heartbeat, the light from the city skyline silhouetting her incredible, "queen-sized" curves. She looked like a goddess of sin. Then, she straddled , her gold stilettos clicking against the marble as she positioned herself.
"I told you I was going to ride you until you exploded," she whispered, her face inches from mine, her hair falling like a silken curtain around us. "I’m going to take every bit of that energy and make it mine."
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