Damien had watched Alex Smith from afar for months, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed adult industry sensation with freckles dusting his cheeks and a body that turned heads everywhere. As a popular bottom, Alex commanded attention, but Damien's obsession ran deeper than fan admiration. Tonight, he had the star in his grasp, tied securely with duct tape muffling initial protests, yet the air crackled with tension as Damien removed the tape for a real exchange.
"You think you can just stalk me and tie me up like this?" Alex quipped, his voice sharp despite the restraints, blue eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not some easy conquest, psycho. What's your game?"
Damien smirked, his hands roaming as he positioned himself. "Game? Darling, this is destiny. Your body was made for this, and that cuntboy setup of yours is perfectly normal—hot, even. Let's see if your wit matches your fame."
Alex shot back with a grin, "Witty enough to know you're hard already. But if you're thrusting in, make it count, or I'll rate you lower than my worst scene."
The psycho's cock grew hard as he thrust into Alex's wet pussy, the sensation dripping with heat while Alex's ass clenched around him. They moved in rhythm, both sweating and panting, horny from the charged encounter. Damien grunted, "Feel that? Your pussy's gripping me like it knows who owns this moment."
Alex moaned wittily between thrusts, "Owns? Bold claim—prove it with that blowjob tease first, or are you all talk?" Damien obliged briefly before resuming deep thrusts, their bodies slick with sweat.
As the pace built, Alex came hard, cum spilling as Damien followed, panting from the intensity. The room echoed with their shared release, tension lingering like a promise.
But as Damien leaned close, whispering promises of more, Alex's eyes held a spark that hinted this obsession was only beginning.
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