The Garavaglias

The Garavaglias

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*Story for mature audiences only* "I'd like to fuck you up against this window." He said from behind me. Now there's an idea. I turned and noticed how close he'd gotten. "Be my guest." I said staring into his eyes seductively. He smirked, brushing his fingers across my collarbone I shivered. His fingers were hot against my skin. I couldn't help but think about my other sexual encounters with various other bosses. I wondered if he knew. He slid his fingers further down slowly tugging at my dress, my left breast popped out and he flicked my nipple softly warranting a moan from me. I licked my lips and watched as he crouched down and brought his mouth to my breast encircling his tongue around my nipple I moaned loudly again tangling my hands in his hair. I was dripping wet. He snaked his other hand up my thigh and slid one finger inside me and stopped sucking my nipple to curse.
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21+🔞 mature content. ***** Around me, the world blurred, red velvet walls, strangers grinding, hands everywhere but it felt like all of them were looking at me. At my mask. At my smile. At my body shaking as Dev fingered me in plain sight. "You're leaking for strangers," he whispered, thrusting harder, faster, his palm smacking lightly against me with each push. "Ah...D!" I instantly bit back my tongue. "Do you know how filthy you are? You like this. My faceless whore, pretending to dance while I ruin your cunt." A shudder ripped through me, my one hand clawing at the back of his neck and the other on his free hand, my head falling back and resting on his shoulder, face pressing against his jaw to hide the tears of pleasure pricking my eyes. I was completely on display. Strangers were watching me, hungry eyes everywhere and the more they looked, the more my body burned with desperate need. Dev's hand might have been hidden behind the fabric of my dress, but every single person in that room knew exactly what the fuck he was doing to me. Slowly, the hand that had been gripping my waist slid upward until it reached my breast. He grabbed it hard, possessive, merciless and squeezed like he owned every inch of me. "Fuck!" the cry ripped out of me, because his hold was brutal, his fingers kneading me without a shred of mercy, sending shocks of filthy pleasure through my body. I was already unraveling, but then his next words made my stomach twist and my pussy clench so hard around his fingers I almost lost it. "Shall I pull this dress down, darling?" he growled against my ear, his tone dripping with dark, filthy promise. My hand instantly flew to his, the one clutching my breast. My nails dug into his skin, desperate, torn between stopping him and begging him to do it. The dress was off-shoulder, one hard tug, and my tits already colored blue and red in his hickeys would spill out in front of everyone. I wanted to scream. I wanted to beg. I wanted him to never stop.

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