The shimmering lights of Arlington, Virginia stretched out just beyond the floor to ceiling windows of the stunning penthouse, casting a soft glow over the apartment. Tori stood behind him, her auburn hair falling in waves to her shoulders as she watched the young man seated on the edge of the bed, his bare back inviting her touch. He was half her age, his lean, athletic body taut with anticipation. She smiled—tonight, he would learn exactly how much experience mattered.
Tori drizzled warm oil into her palms, rubbing them together until the room filled with the subtle scent of sandalwood. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers pressing into the tight muscles with expert precision. His breath hitched as her hands glided down his back, spreading heat wherever they touched.
already hers.
She worked slowly, deliberately, savoring each movement. Her nails—long and perfectly manicured—traced the length of his spine, dragging lightly enough to make him shiver. When she reached the small of his back, she leaned closer, letting the weight of her full, natural breasts brush against him.
He groaned softly, and Tori smiled—a slow, knowing smile. Her hand slid lower, curling around his cock, which was already rock hard and straining for more. She gave it a gentle tug, just enough to tease. His cock, long, thick, and bulging, was as perfect a specimen as she'd ever see....and she had seen literally tens of thousands of them.
“Look at you,” she whispered, her voice a husky purr. “So ready for me already.”
Her fingertips danced over the head of his cock, gathering a bead of precum and rubbing it between her fingers. Then, with the lightest touch, her nails trailed down the shaft, following every curve, every ridge. He sucked in a breath as she reached the base and continued lower, brushing the sensitive skin between his balls and the cleft of his ass. His body shuddered under her touch, causing a wave of satisfaction to course through her.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against the nape of his neck. Her kisses were soft at first—feather-light touches along his skin—but soon grew bolder, hotter. She kissed her way to his ear, letting her tongue flick over the curve of it before teasing the lobe with her teeth. His breath hitched again, and she smiled against his skin, knowing he was already hers.
Her tongue traced a wet path down his back, following the same trail her nails had just taken. Slowly, deliberately, she kissed every inch of him, savoring the way he tensed and relaxed beneath her touch.
When she reached his hips, she whispered in his ear, “Lie back for me, baby.”
He obeyed, rolling onto his back, his cock standing stiff between them. Tori climbed over him, straddling his hips, and pressed her lips to his in a kiss that was as slow and sensual as it was hungry. Their tongues met, twisting and tangling in a dance of desire.
Breaking the kiss, she trailed her mouth down his chest, her lips and tongue exploring every inch of his smooth skin. She nipped at his nipples, drawing soft moans from him, before continuing lower. When she reached his cock, she paused, looking up at him with dark, hungry eyes.
“Let’s see how much you can take,” she whispered, her voice low and teasing.
With a slow, deliberate lick, she collected the precum at the tip, humming softly at the taste. Then she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, letting him feel the warmth of her tongue as she wrapped her lips around him.
He moaned, his hands fisting the sheets as she began to move, her mouth gliding up and down his length in a torturous rhythm. She sucked him deep, moaning softly to send vibrations through him, then let him slide free, only to take him back again.
Tori kept her eyes locked on his, reading every flicker of pleasure in his expression. Her hand joined her mouth, stroking the base of his cock in time with her movements. His hips bucked instinctively, desperate for release, but she held him in place, keeping the pace slow, deliberate, and maddening.
“Not yet,” she whispered, her lips brushing against him. “I want to savor this.”
She flicked her tongue around the head, teasing him until his breath came in ragged gasps. She could feel him trembling beneath her, teetering on the edge of control, and the sight of him so vulnerable, so desperate, made her moan with satisfaction.
“Come on, baby,” she urged, her voice a sultry purr. “Give it to me.”
He groaned, his body tensing as the inevitable wave overtook him. With a guttural moan, he came, thick and hot, spilling across her lips and cheeks. Tori moaned softly, rubbing the slick warmth into her skin with slow, deliberate movements.
“Good boy,” she whispered, licking the last drop from her fingers. Her hand gave his cock one final stroke, coaxing a shiver from him as he lay spent beneath her.
But even as his breathing slowed, she could feel the tension in his body—the lingering desire, the need for more. She smiled, leaning down to press one more kiss to his lips.
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