The door clicked open, and the room enveloped him in a warm embrace of linen and champagne.
Babita stood in the doorway, her robe a silken whisper that clung to the curves of her body, hinting at the damp skin beneath. The robe, a deep crimson, was loosely tied at the waist, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts.
The fabric was translucent, allowing the play of light and shadow to dance across her skin, revealing the dark aureoles of her nipples, already erect with anticipation.
Her hair, a cascade of dark curls, cascaded over her shoulders, still glistening with droplets from her recent shower. She was a vision of allure, a promise of pleasure that needed no words to convey.
"You're late," Babita said, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine. Her eyes, a piercing green, appraised him with a mix of curiosity and command.
Veyas stepped into the room, his movements deliberate and unhurried. "There were... other priorities," he replied, his voice low and measured. He wasn't here to impress; he was here to deliver.
Babita turned away, her hips swaying with a deliberate grace as she moved toward the bed. "Let's see if your service is worth the price," she challenged, her words laced with a hint of skepticism.
Veyas shut the door behind him, the lock clicking into place with a finality that echoed through the room. "You didn't read the fine print, ma'am," he said, his voice closer now, a promise of control.
Babita glanced back over her shoulder, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "No?"
He removed his gloves slowly, the leather whispering against his skin. "Late-night service comes with conditions."
"Such as?" Her curiosity was piqued, but her body language remained relaxed, a testament to her confidence.
Veyas approached her, his steps measured and precise. "You don't give orders once I cross the threshold."
She didn't flinch, but the way she exhaled, a soft release of breath, betrayed her. "And if I don't agree?"
He stood at her back, his gloved knuckle brushing against the tie of her robe. "Then I'll leave. But if you say yes..." He paused, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "You follow every instruction. No questions. No delay."
Babita's heartbeat quickened, a telltale flutter in her throat. "...And if I break the rule?"
Veyas removed his gloves, laying them neatly on the cart beside the bed. "Then I start over. Slower. Rougher."
A pause hung heavy in the air, the tension between them palpable. Her champagne glass trembled in her hand, the liquid sloshing gently against the crystal.
"Well then," she said, her voice steady despite the rush of blood in her ears. "You'd better earn your tip."
Veyas laid out the towels on the bed, each movement precise and calculated. "Get on your back, ma'am," he commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Babita bit her lip. Her robe, a deep crimson and translucent, revealed her massive tits, her hard nipples poking through the fabric. She looked up at him, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Well, I'm bare under this. Hope that's not a problem," she said, her voice a sultry purr.
Veyas met her gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "It's fine, ma'am. If you want, I'll strip too," he offered, his voice steady.
Babita's eyes gleamed with amusement and anticipation. "Hmm.. do that," she commanded, her voice a soft purr.
He complied, his movements slow and deliberate as he removed his clothes. His body was a landscape of muscle and scar, a testament to his discipline and experience. His cock, still coated in a sheen of their previous escapade, stood at attention, a promise of pleasure to come. Babita licked her lips, her eyes roaming over his body with a hunger that was almost palpable.
She dropped her robe with a flourish, revealing her body in all its bountiful glory. Her massive tits jiggled with the movement, drawing a groan from Veyas. "Arr," he exhaled, his eyes locked on her body, his cock twitching with anticipation.
Babita walked past him, her body brushing against his as she moved. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his cock, her touch firm and assured. She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, a challenge and a promise in their depths. She then lay on her back, her body a landscape of curves and shadows. "Please, continue," she said, her voice a soft command.
His hands moved down, tracing every curve and line of her body with deliberate slowness, as if he were committing each inch of her to memory. He gripped her tits, his fingers sinking into the soft, yielding flesh, kneading and squeezing until she moaned, a sound that was part pleasure, part desperation. As he groped her tits, he used his Pleasure Touch skill, sending sporadic highs of pleasure coursing through her body, making her gasp and arch her back. His thumbs circled her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp and arch her back. He leaned down, his breath hot against her skin, his tongue flicking out to taste her, his teeth grazing her sensitive peaks, sending shivers down her spine. Just as she was on the edge of climax, her body tensing and her breath hitching, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and aching for more, her nipples hard and begging for his touch.
He shifted his attention to her legs, his hands firm and confident as they worked their magic. He started at her feet, his thumbs pressing into the arches, his fingers massaging the balls of her feet, releasing tension and making her toes curl. He moved up to her calves, his fingers working the muscles, his touch firm and sure, his hands gliding over her skin with practiced ease. He reached her thighs, his hands brushing against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs, his touch a promise of more to come, a tease that left her squirming and wanting. He worked his way up, his fingers teasing her pussy, brushing against her folds, stimulating her without entering, his touch light and feather-like, driving her wild with need. As he brushed her petals, he used his Pleasure Touch skill again, sending another wave of pleasure through her, making her hips buck and her breath catch.
Her body responded to his touch, her hips lifting off the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with each inhale. He could see the frustration building on her face, her eyes pleading for more, her body trembling with need, her skin flushed and her nipples hard. He knew she was close, so close to the edge, and he was determined to push her over, to make her scream his name and beg for more.
"Ma'am, get on your stomach now," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. Babita complied, her body moving with a fluid grace as she turned over, presenting her ass to him. Veyas poured another generous amount of oil into his hands, the liquid pooling in the hollow of her back. He began to massage her again, his hands moving with a rhythm that was both soothing and arousing, his touch deep and firm, coaxing out every knot, every tension.
As he reached her ass and pussy, his hands kneaded her flesh, his thumbs brushing against the inside of her pussy, teasing her, tantalizing her. He used his Pleasure Touch skill, sending waves of pleasure through her, making her moan and squirm. He fondled her ass, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, his touch firm and confident. As he palmed her ass, he used his Pleasure Touch skill again, sending another intense wave of pleasure through her, making her gasp and her body shudder.
He moved his fingers, brushing against her pussy, his touch light and teasing. He could feel her body responding, her hips lifting off the bed, her breath coming in gasps. He slipped a finger inside her, his touch firm and sure. He began to finger her, his movements slow and deliberate, building her pleasure with each stroke. He hit her G-spot, his finger curling inside her, drawing gasps of pleasure from her. Her body spasmed, her orgasm washing over her in waves, her body trembling with the force of it.
As he finger fucked her, his fingers moving like pistons, he used his Pleasure Touch skill in full blast, sending intense, overwhelming pleasure through her. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching and unclenching, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and desperate.
Her body tensed, her muscles coiling tight, and then she exploded, her pussy squirting, her juices gushing out, soaking the bed. "I'm squirting, I'm fucking squirting!" she screamed, her body writhing and convulsing, her orgasm tearing through her like a hurricane, leaving her breathless and spent.
As she came down from her high, her body still trembling, she screamed, "Fuck me already, Veyas!" Her voice was a desperate plea, her eyes wild with lust.
Veyas met her gaze, his eyes dark with desire. "That's not in the policy, ma'am," he replied, his voice steady despite the rush of blood in his veins.
"Fuck you," she grabbed his cock, her hand wrapping around his shaft with a firm grip. "I said fuck me," she declared, her voice laced with demand. She sat up, her body moving with a fierce intensity as she groped her own tits, coating her hands in oil. She began to jerk his dick, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked on his, daring him to resist.
"That means you take this monster cock and fuck my pussy raw," she growled, her voice a low, husky whisper.
"Ma'am, please, this is harassment," Veyas almost laughed himself, but before Babita could say anything, he continued, "but there is a workaround."
"Yeah, and that is?" she asked, her pace still furious in jerking his cock.
"For that, first, you have to give me a boobjob," Veyas said, his voice a low rumble.
"Then let me cover this monster cock, inside my giant tits," she said, her voice a sultry purr. She held her boobs close to her face, her hands barely cupping them, lifting them, offering them to him. She leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick her own nipple, her teeth nipping at the sensitive peak, her eyes never leaving his. She began to move her tits, sliding them up and down his shaft, the oil making them slick and smooth, her breasts enveloping his cock in a warm, soft embrace. She moved her tits faster, her hands working in tandem, her nipples brushing against his shaft, her eyes locked on his, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
As she moved, she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his cock, tasting the precum that beaded at the tip. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment, savoring the taste of him. She licked again, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her hands never stopping their movement, her tits never stopping their slide.
Veyas groaned, his body tensing, his hips lifting off the bed, his cock throbbing in her hold. She continued to move her tits, her hands working in a rhythm that was both soothing and arousing, her body moving with a fluid grace, her eyes locked on his, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She leaned forward again, her tongue flicking out to lick the length of his shaft, tasting the precum that coated him, her hands never stopping their movement, her tits never stopping their slide.
Veyas reached for the oil, pouring a generous amount over his cock, the liquid pooling in the hollow of her tits, making them glisten and shine. He began to move his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her tits, the oil making them slick and smooth, his body tensing, his breath hitching, his eyes locked on hers, his body on the edge of release. His dick was now slicked with oil, the liquid making it glisten and shine, his body ready for more, his desire for her overwhelming, his control hanging by a thread. She leaned forward one last time, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of his cock, her teeth grazing the sensitive head, her hands never stopping their movement, her tits never stopping their slide, her eyes locked on his, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body ready for more, her desire for him overwhelming, her control hanging by a thread.
Veyas, his body slick with oil, positioned himself behind Babita, who was now on her belly, her giant ass presented to him like a ripe fruit. He bent over her, his hands gripping her hips, his cock pressing against her asshole. He took a moment, savoring the sight of her, her body glistening with oil, her ass cheeks spread wide, her asshole puckered and ready for him.
He began to insert his cock, slowly, with supreme control, the head of his cock pressing against her tight ring of muscle. He pushed in, inch by inch, her asshole stretching to accommodate him, her body resisting at first, then yielding, her flesh gripping his cock like a vice. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling, her breath hitching, her body preparing for the invasion.
"Fuck, Veyas, you're so big," she gasped, her voice a low moan, her body trembling with anticipation. "Fuck my ass, baby, fuck it hard."
He pushed in deeper, his cock sliding into her ass, her flesh gripping him tight, her body welcoming him, her asshole pulsing around his cock. He could feel her body responding, her muscles clenching, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body moving with his, her ass pushing back against him, her body begging for more.
He began to piston, his movements slow and deliberate at first, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, her flesh gripping him tight, her body responding to his every movement. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling, her breath hitching, her body on the edge of release.
"Oh fuck, Veyas, your cock feels so good in my ass," she screamed, her voice a desperate plea, her body writhing beneath him, her ass pushing back against him, her body begging for more. "Fuck me harder, baby, fuck me harder."
He increased his pace, his cock pounding into her ass, his body slapping against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, her flesh gripping him tight, her body responding to his every movement. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling, her breath hitching, her body on the edge of release, her asshole pulsing around his cock, her body begging for more.
As he pulled out, her asshole pulled with him, not wanting him to leave, her body clenching around him, her asshole gripping him tight, her body begging for more. He could feel her body responding, her muscles clenching, her breath hitching, her body on the edge of release, her asshole pulsing around his cock, her body begging for more.
He increased his pace, his cock pounding into her ass, his body slapping against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, her flesh gripping him tight, her body responding to his every movement. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling, her breath hitching, her body on the edge of release, her asshole pulsing around his cock, her body begging for more.
He activated his Pleasure Touch skill, his fingers finding her clit, stimulating her, his cock pounding into her ass, his body slapping against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her ass, her flesh gripping him tight, her body responding to his every movement. He could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling, her breath hitching, her body on the edge of release, her asshole pulsing around his cock, her body begging for more.
"Oh fuck, Veyas, I'm coming, I'm fucking coming," she screamed, her voice a desperate plea, her body writhing beneath him, her ass pushing back against him, her body begging for more. "Fuck my ass, baby, fuck it hard."
Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching, her breath hitching, her body on the edge of release, her asshole pulsing around his cock, her body begging for more. She came, her body shaking, her muscles clenching, her breath hitching, her body on the edge of release, her asshole pulsing around his cock, her body begging for more.
As he pulled out, his cock slick with oil and cum, her asshole gaped, leaking with cum, her body spent, her muscles relaxed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body sated, her desire for him fulfilled.
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