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Brian has one night in a hotel room to give Tara exactly what she needs—a raw, consuming reward that leaves her wrecked. He takes her apart with a predatory focus, her sharp blue eyes tracking every move until surrender. It’s fast, explicit, and edged with the ache of wanting what shouldn’t happen.
The hotel door clicks shut behind them, the deadbolt sliding home as Brian's hands find Tara's waist, spinning her to face him. Her back hits the wall, a sharp gasp escaping as his mouth crashes again
I'm still floating, boneless on the desk, when his hand slides into my hair, a gentle but insistent tug tilting my head back. His cock is heavy against my thigh, and I can feel the heat of him, the ne
He withdraws just as I'm teetering on the edge, and I cry out at the loss, my hips chasing his. He turns me over in one smooth motion, my cheek pressing into the pillow, and his hand lands on the back
Brian leasa tara to the couch and gives her extended nipple play, in great detail, to give her vagina a break, which leads into her sitting on his face on the couch while he eats her pussy until she h
Brian's hand finds the whiskey bottle on the counter, his fingers wrapping around the neck as he pulls it toward us. He pours two glasses, the amber liquid catching the city lights, and hands me one b