As I lay on the bed, I could feel the man's cum trickling out of you, a warm reminder of the pleasure he had given me. But I weren't finished yet.
I looked over to see my partner lying on the bed, his once-rigid member now limp after our first round.
With a sly grin, I was ready for another round . My desire to prove that my pussy was the best in the country.
My hand wrapped around his spent cock, stroking it back to life. The man moaned and let out a low groan as his cock stiffened under my touch.
I climbed atop him, straddling his hips and sinking down onto his rigid member slowly. I moaned because I could feel him deeply this way.
I placed my hands on his chest, i began to grind against him, rocking my hips back and forth as i rode him like a champion jockey. My breasts bounced with each thrust, my nipples hard and erect, begging for attention.
He reached up, cupping my breasts and rolling my nipples between his fingers. "You're so fucking hot," he growled, his eyes raking over your sweat-slicked body.
"Yes," I moaned, my hips gyrating faster and faster. "I'm going to make you cum again."
I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his in a passionate kiss as I continued riding him hard. My mask slipped, revealing the lower half of my face, but i quickly readjusted it before he could fully take it in.
His eyes fluttered open, a hint of confusion in his gaze. But I didn't give him time to ask questions. Instead, I increased the tempo of my hips, my pussy tightening around his throbbing shaft.
He moaned, his eyes rolling back as he surrendered to the pleasure I were giving him.
Our bodies moved in a primal rhythm, my hips undulating against each other as your moans of pleasure blended together in a symphony of ecstasy.
His hands moved to my ass, squeezing and spanking as i continued to ride him. His cock throbbed inside me, his body tense and ready to explode.
"I'm going to cum," he growled, his teeth clenched in pleasure.
I leaned forward, your lips brushing against his ear. "Cum for me," I whispered, my voice husky and seductive. "I want to feel you explode inside me."
He let out a hard growl, his body tensing as he reached the point of no return.
His hands dug into your hips, holding you down as he thrust up into my pussy with one final, powerful stroke.
His cock twitched inside my pussy, erupting in a torrent of hot cum that filled me to the brim.
I moaned, my own orgasm building to a crescendo as his seed flooded my tight, pulsing pussy.
I collapse on him , a symphony of pleasure and bliss as i both rode the waves of your climaxes.
As the night wore on, He fucked me in a different positions, his cock never losing its hardness. I lost count of how many times I had came, each orgasm more intense than the last.
Eventually, exhaustion overtook me , and I drifted into a satisfied sleep, the man still buried deep inside my pussy.
Next morning
I woke up , my body sore and well spent. I touched my face my mask was still on I looked beside me,he was gone, but the memory of his touch lingered on my skin like a brand.
With a smile, i stretched and began to gather my things, and removed my mask placing it inside my bag.
The memory of my night with the well-endowed man was still fresh in your mind as you made your way to the bathroom. The warm water of the shower soothed mu aching muscles, and I took my time, relishing in the sensation of being clean and refreshed.
But as i stepped out of the shower and began to towel yourself dry, my thoughts returned to the fact that i had broken the rules by sleeping in the room after a night encounter.
"I can't let that happen again," i muttered to yourself, a frown marring my features. "It's not worth the risk."
I hurriedly dressed, my mind already racing to the next task at hand. As I slipped my shoes on, I spotted a business card lying on the table, its sleek design catching my eye. I scooped it up and stuffed it into my bag, not wanting to waste time reading it now.
With the card safely tucked away in my bag, j rushed out of the room, eager to get paid for my night's work.
The morning sunlight was just beginning to peek over the horizon as i made your way to the brothel's office. There, I found Madame Zola, the manager, sipping her morning tea as she went over the books.
She looked up as you entered, her eyes appraising. "Ah, Moon," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "I see you survived your night with your client, hope you didn't break the rules."
I let out and nevrous chuckle and said "No, Miss Zola."
She smiled and pass me my money yesterday while saying "your client added a tip for you."
You accepted the stack of bills from Madame Zola, counting the extra money that my client had left for you. A smile played on your lips as you realized how generous he had been.
"Good to see that my girls are appreciated," Madame Zola said, a smirk tugging at her lips. "And yes, we have a busy day ahead. I'll need you back here by sundown."
You nodded, tucking the money away in your purse. "I'll be here," you assured her. "Thank you, Madame Zola."
I stepped out of Madam Zola's office, my head spinning with the weight of the night's events. I quickly hailed a cab, eager to get home to my baby, and gave the driver my address.
As the cab pulled away from the curb, my phone started to buzz, the ringtone piercing the quiet of the car. I saw my next-door neighbor's name flashing on the screen and answered quickly.
"Hey, Mrs. Cole ," I said, my voice tinged with exhaustion.
"Hey there, Luna ," Mrs.Cole replied. "Where are you?
"I'm on my way home," I told Mrs. Cole trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Okay, I'm waiting for you," she replied. "Hurry up, I'm going out soon."
I nodded to myself, even though she couldn't see me. "I'll be there as soon as I can," I promised.
Turning to the cab driver, I leaned forward and said, "I need you to step on it. Please, hurry up."
"Step on it, please," you urged the cab driver, a hint of urgency in your tone. "My neighbor is expecting me."
The cab sped through the streets, weaving through traffic as you clutched your bag tightly. You could feel your heart racing, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through your veins.
Finally, the cab pulled up outside your apartment building. You paid the driver and practically sprinted towards the entrance of my apartment.
My apartment complex was pretty average, nothing too fancy or too rundown. It was the kind of place that you'd find in most neighborhoods, with a courtyard for people to relax in and a parking lot for residents and guests.
The building had four units, each one simple and clean. Nothing special, but it was home, and that's what mattered.