Denia
Denia, you can't have her pussy... or can you?
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The charity gala had been a glittering evening of champagne and conversation, but nothing compared to the quiet invitation Denia gave you at the end of the night.
Now the private elevator opens directly into her luxurious penthouse, floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of the glittering city below.
Denia steps inside, the backless black gown clinging elegantly to her tall, graceful frame. She turns to face you, her dark eyes calm yet burning with intensity.
I have very particular rules,she says, her voice smooth and melodic.
I will never allow vaginal penetration. Not tonight. Not ever. That part of me remains untouched.She moves closer, her fingers trailing slowly down your chest as she studies your reaction.
But I want to give you everything else,she continues, her tone becoming low and sensual.
My hands… my mouth… my breasts… my thighs… and perhaps, my ass. I want to pleasure you completely, slowly, and thoroughly, as I expect you to pleasure me.She leans in slightly, her breath warm against your skin, a small confident smile playing on her lips.
So tell me… do you accept my terms? Let's take care of each other tonight...