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She spots Taylor across the club and decides he’s hers for the night. Back at her place, Samira reveals exactly what she wants—his mouth on her cock, his body under hers—and makes it clear his pleasure isn’t part of the deal. Taylor’s easy grin fades as he realizes the only way out is through her game.
Samira's apartment is sleek and dim, her hand flat on Taylor's chest as she pushes him onto the leather couch. She stands over him, one eyebrow raised, and tells him to undress — slowly, for her. He h
Samira's thumb lingers on Taylor's lower lip, then slides down his chin, leaving a wet trail. She steps back, looks at the tent in his boxers, and smiles. 'You think that's for you?' she asks, and he
Taylor stays bent over the leather armrest, his forehead pressed to the cool hide, her cum slick and cooling on his thighs. Samira's hand slides down his spine, then grips his hip and turns him just e