The luxurious suite awaited. She smoothed her dress, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. She was ready for 唐哥.
Just hours ago she was a focused black silk employee, but tonight her role was different. Her heart pounded with excitement.
Her black stockings whispered against her skin, a promise of the passion to come. His touch would ignite her.
Shedding her clothes, she revealed sensual lingerie. A seductive look over her shoulder, inviting his gaze.
On the bed, her body offered a silent invitation. The red lace a stark contrast to her burning desire.
Lying back, she closed her eyes, imagining his hands on her. The anticipation was pure torture.
He whispered her name, "my little 舞蹈女孩". Her body arched to his voice, a silent agreement.
Her legs spread wide, eager for his penetration. The heat between them was palpable.
She met his gaze, a challenge in her eyes. Her body was his.
A sudden demand made her gasp, a mix of pleasure. 唐哥 loved her reactions.
Her wrists bound, a blindfold covering her eyes. She surrendered to 唐哥's will, trusting his dark desires.
A hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. The intensity was overwhelming, pushing her to the edge.
Her body arched, every inch alive with sensation. She craved his touch, begging him not to stop.
He introduced a vibrating toy, making her tremble with delight. Her body was his canvas.
The close-up revealed her readiness. Every inch of her craved for 唐哥's climax.
Legs spread wide, she took him deeper. Her moans filled the room, a testament to her pleasure.
Her body was a rhythm of pleasure. She writhed beneath him, crying out his name.
The red lace was now tangled with sweat and desire. She was completely consumed in the moment.
He pulled out, leaving her shaking, craving more. "Shoot it in my mouth," she begged.
Later, driving away, she couldn't help but relish the memory. His touch lingered, a promise of their next 约炮.
