In front of the mirror, Dahlia paused and fiddled with the exquisite necklace Michael had given her. Her head was filled with ideas and feelings that clashed and threatened to overload her drive. She inhaled deeply and considered the decisions that had brought her to this crucial point. Victor's address stuck in her head, its importance drawing her to a meeting that would untangle the fragile strands of her existence.
She felt unsure of what to do as she stood at the entrance. She couldn't stop thinking about Victor; the soothing security of her relationship with Michael, the eerie recollections of their past together, and much more. She closed her eyes, striving to manage the stormy sea of emotions. In that brief moment of doubt, she wondered if the areas of commitment that had attached her to Michael were strong enough to withstand the storm raging within her.
Inside her room, torn between conflicting emotions, Dahlia grappled with the weight of a decision that could redefine her future. The choice to meet Victor at his hotel or remain faithful to Michael felt like an anchor, dragging her into the depths of a complex emotional sea. As she hesitated, a memory surfaced – Abel. His image brought a different set of feelings, introducing a new layer of complexity to the decision she was about to make.
The echoes of a heated argument with Michael lingered in the air as he left for work. The unresolved conflict added another layer of complexity to Dahlia's emotional struggle. She contemplated the intricacies of her emotions, toying with the idea of returning to Manhattan, where life had once seemed simpler. The thought of confiding in Abel, finding solace in the familiarity of their past, lingered as a tempting escape from the complexities of her current situation.
Pushing thoughts of Manhattan and Abel to the recesses of her mind, Dahlia resolved to forge ahead and head to Victor's hotel. The allure of something different, the promise of a connection that transcended the ordinary, fueled her determination as she stepped out, leaving behind the echoes of unresolved conflicts.
On her way to Victor's hotel, an undeniable force seemed to take over. Her thoughts, once tangled in the web of choices, gave way to the compelling pull of emotions. In Victor's presence, rationality took a back seat, and her actions were now dictated by the potent sway of desire.
Guided by Victor's efficient personal assistant to his office, Dahlia couldn't shake the feeling that he had been anticipating her arrival. A surge of instincts, a magnetic pull, prompted her to surrender to the moment. Without a conscious thought, she found herself on her knees before him.
As Victor lifted her gently, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips, Dahlia's thoughts were a whirlwind of confusion and desire. The air crackled with tension as they stood in a silent exchange of emotions. Torn between the familiarity of her past and the uncertainties of her present, Dahlia's thoughts were a chaotic symphony of longing and forbidden attraction.
In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. Entangled in the seductive dance of emotions, Dahlia was caught in a web of longing and forbidden attraction. The air was thick with anticipation as they stood on the precipice of a connection that could redefine the course of their intertwined destinies.
The clock seemed to slow, each heartbeat echoing the pulsating rhythm of their desires. Lost in the gaze of Victor, Dahlia felt a shiver run down her spine. The allure of passion hung in the air, and as Victor moved closer, the boundaries between love, desire, and self-discovery blurred into a tapestry of intoxicating sensations.
As their lips finally met in a passionate kiss, Dahlia surrendered to the tempest of emotions. The intricate dance between past and present, love and desire, reached its crescendo, leaving Dahlia on the edge of a precipice, uncertain of what awaited her next. Thoughts of commitment and consequences were momentarily silenced by the intoxicating embrace of the present moment.
She was lost in the intensity of the moment when Victor broke the spell, and pulled away from her. "I knew you'd come, what we feel for each other is undeniable and besides , you want this as much as I do. " He smiled at her, and then ripped her shirt off exposing her full breasts that were trying theur best to be held by her bra. Dahlia sat stunned on the floor, as if time itself had stopped. "
What are you waiting for? Come here. "
Dahlia looked up at him, still unable to comprehend anything, her head was raging with female hormones and all she could think about was getting absolutely brain fucked by this man standing in front of her and in his office too ! Her hands trembled as she reached out to touch him, but he grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.
Victor's eyes glittered with excitement as he pulled her close, and kissed her again.
His tongue slid into her mouth and danced with hers. Dahlia's body was electrified with anticipation. She wanted Victor to take control, but she also craved to be taken like this, against her will. Victor released her lips and stepped back, looking at her with a wicked grin.
"Undress me."
Dahlia stared at him for a second, unsure of how to respond. Was it really happening? Was this really happening again? How can this be happening? Her mind was racing, but her body betrayed her. She began to unbutton Victor's shirt. Victor watched her intently, enjoying the show. When she got to the last button, Victor took hold of her hands and pulled them away. "No, no, no. You have to undress me completely." Dahlia looked up at him with questioning eyes. "You'll see" he said.
With a mischievous grin, Victor walked behind her and removed her skirt. Dahlia turned around, her eyes locked on Victor's.
He was smiling down at her. "Now, take my pants off." Dahlia knelt before him and slowly unbuckled his belt, and unfastened his pants. She pulled them down revealing his boxers which barely contained his erection. Victor stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. Dahlia licked her lips at the sight of his hard cock, straining to get free. She ran her hands up his legs, feeling the muscles flexing under her touch.
Victor placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down onto her knees. "Lick it like the good girl you are." Dahlia leaned forward and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue. It tasted salty and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. She licked the entire length of his shaft, savoring the taste of his skin. Victor moaned as Dahlia licked the underside of his cock. "Suck it like the good girl you are."
Dahlia opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, tasting his precum. She sucked gently, letting her tongue swirl around the head of his cock.
Victor groaned loudly, and put his hands on her head, holding her in place. "That's enough for now." Dahlia let go of his cock and stood up. "You're not done yet." Victor smiled at her. "Not by a long shot."
He walked over to a chair and sat down. "Come sit next to me." Dahlia obeyed, and sat down in front of him. Victor leaned back in his chair, and spread his legs apart.
Dahlia looked at his crotch, and saw his cock twitching in anticipation. She looked up at him, and smiled. "Are you ready?" Victor nodded his head. "Then start sucking."
Dahlia leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his skin. She sucked gently, using her tongue to caress the sensitive underside. Victor moaned loudly. "Good girl."
Dahlia began to bob her head up and down on his cock, taking more of his cock into her mouth with each stroke. Victor grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth, thrusting his cock deep into her throat.
Dahlia gagged slightly, but kept going. Victor continued to fuck her face, pushing her head all the way down until she couldn't breathe. He held her down for a bit longer, she tried to let him know that she couldn't take it anymore but he didn't care, he knew she'd like it. Suddenly, he let her go and she gasped for air. "I'm going to cum." Dahlia looked up at him, and smiled. "Good." Victor smiled back at her. "Open your mouth."
Dahlia did as she was told, and he came straight into her mouth. The first spurt hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag again. But she swallowed it down and took the rest of his load into her mouth. When he was finished, Dahlia swallowed the last drop and sat back on her heels.
"Good job." Victor smiled at her. "Now, we'll have to make sure you don't do anything stupid while I'm gone." Dahlia smiled.
"Don't worry, I won't." Victor kissed her on the forehead, and smacked her ass. "Get dressed. I'll see you later, I have a meeting in ten minutes okay? I'll be back as soon as I can." Dahlia waited impatiently in his office, her pussy dripping wet. She felt so dirty, like she had just been used, but she loved every minute of it and she couldn't wait for more.
The meeting lasted for about 45 minutes but it felt like hours, she had already cum 5 times before he got back and her pussy was so stimulated that even the fabric of her underwear for her off.Victor walked into his office, and Dahlia immediately jumped up and threw herself onto his lap, kissing him hard. "I missed you." Victor smiled at her. "I missed you too."
They kissed passionately for a few moments, then Dahlias phone began to ring. It was from Michael. Dahlia looked up at Victor because she was worried that Michael had found out she left the house to see him but Victor had a mischievous smile on his face, "pick up the call and bend over, no matter what do NOT end the call with him" he said. Dahlia could not understand what he was trying to accomplish but quickly realised when she answered the call and Victor shoved his long dick right inside her with one swift thrust. "Michael!" Dahlia cried out. "What's wrong?" Michael asked. "Why are you calling me here?" Dahlia asked, still bent over the desk. "Because I want to talk to you in person." Michael said.
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