The diffused light in the luxury apartment on Kiseleff barely touched our skin. The air was thick, filled with her expensive perfume and the discreet smell of arousal.
My name is Andrei, and tonight I was paying to forget that everything in my life is bought.
Her name was Irina. 26 years old, body sculpted like a work of art, skin like warm silk, green eyes that knew all too well how much every inch of her was worth. The red dress clung to her curves as if it had been painted on her body. When she entered the room, she smiled—a professional smile, but with a hint of sincere challenge.
— So… you paid for tonight, she said in a low voice, slowly approaching. What do you want me to give you in return?
I sat down on the couch, unbuttoning my shirt.
— I want your body. No pretense. I want to feel that it’s worth every penny.
Irina laughed softly, a soft sound. She stopped in front of me, ran her hands over her own body, slowly lowering the straps of her dress. The material slid to the floor with a soft rustle, revealing her full breasts, slim waist, and the perfect curve of her hips. She was wearing nothing underneath. Just a pair of black heels that lengthened her endless legs.
She sat astride me, her hot skin pressing against my chest. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, her tongue playing with mine in a slow, wet dance. I could feel her nipples hardening as they rubbed against me.
— Then take me, she whispered in my ear. My body for your money. No limits tonight.
My hands gripped her firm ass, squeezing it tightly. I could already feel myself hardening beneath her. Irina lowered herself, slowly rubbing against my erection through her still-buttoned pants. The movement was deliberate, agonizing. She moaned softly every time the head of my penis touched her clitoris.
I couldn’t resist any longer. I picked her up, turned her over, and laid her face down on the couch. I spread her legs wide and leaned over her. My tongue slid between her wet folds, tasting her slowly, deeply. Irina moaned loudly, pushing her ass toward me.
“Yes… lick me…” she gasped.
When she started to tremble, I stood up, pulled down my pants, and entered her in one powerful thrust. She was tight, hot, and incredibly wet. Am început să o fut cu lovituri lungi, adânci, ținând-o de talie. Sunetul pielii lovindu-se umplea camera, amestecat cu gemetele ei din ce în ce mai sălbatice.
— Mai tare… plătești destul de mult ca să mă lași fără suflare, a spus ea printre gâfâieli, cu un zâmbet provocator.
Am accelerat, apucând-o de păr și trăgându-i capul ușor pe spate. Cu cealaltă mână i-am atins clitorisul, frecându-l rapid. Orgasmul a lovit-o violent – corpul i s-a arcuit, mușchii ei strângându-mă atât de tare încât aproape am ejaculat pe loc.
M-am retras, am întors-o pe spate și m-am urcat deasupra. I-am ridicat picioarele pe umerii mei și am intrat din nou, de data asta privind-o direct în ochi. Futeam profund, ritmic, simțind cum fiecare lovitură o face să tremure.
— Come inside me, she whispered in a hoarse voice. I want to feel how much your money is worth.
I couldn’t resist any longer. With a long moan, I poured myself deep into her, pulsing strongly, filling her completely.
We collapsed next to each other, our breathing heavy, our skin shiny with sweat.
After a few minutes of silence, Irina ran her fingers over my chest and murmured:
— My body for your money… and yet, sometimes I feel like you’re the one paying more.
I smiled bitterly.
— Maybe. But tonight… it was worth every penny.
Body for money
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