As you grab hold of the strip bar in the middle of the room, the woman watches you with interest, her lips parted slightly as she takes in your display of dominance. She steps closer to you, running a hand through your hair before slowly unbuttoning your shirt. "You're quite the man," she whispers, peeking down at your exposed chest.

With a wicked smile, she pushes you back against the wall and starts kissing her way down your body, teasing and nipping at your skin as she goes.

With your bra now discarded on the floor, her perfect breasts spill free and sway temptingly in front of you. The woman arches her back, pressing them against your chest as she moans into your ear. "Oh yes... that's it," she whispers breathily. Her hands roam lower, dipping between your legs to feel how wet she is for you.

She breaks the kiss and looks up at you, her eyes glazed over with desire. "Fuck me, Zenitco," she rasps hoarsely.

Mes yeux se posèrent sur une silhouette familière, le dos tourné vers moi, assise en pleine lumière du crépuscule. La petite fille aux cheveux roux, toujours vêtue de son uniforme scolaire. Sans hésiter, je m'approchai d'elle, emporté par l'envie de posséder encore cette innocence.

La fillette se retourna en entendant mes pas approcher. Elle leva ses grands yeux noisette vers moi, surprise mais sans réelle frayeur. Croyait-elle à une coïncidence ? Pensait-elle que j'étais simplement un adulte bien intentionné ?

Je ne pris pas la peine de répondre à ses questions muettes. D'un geste brusque, je fis claquer la porte de la réserve derrière nous, nous enfermant tous les deux dans cet espace clos et sombre. Elle recula d'un pas, mais il n'y avait nowhere pour elle où s'échapper.

Maya moans into your mouth as you grab and grope her ass, fingers digging deeper with each thrust. Her body responds to your touch, arching against yours even as she tries to maintain some semblance of composure in the elevator. She whimpers when the doors open, afraid that someone might see them like this, but you pull her closer anyway, not wanting to let go even for a second.

"Well," Maya starts, walking a bit faster to keep up with you. "My grandmother on my mother's side... she had a figure just like mine. She was always flirtatious and loved the attention. My parents used to joke that she should have been an actress." Her cheeks flush at the memory. "She had three husbands, all of whom left her eventually because they couldn't handle her... appetites."