Sam sprawled across her rumpled sheets, fingers working furiously between her thighs as frustration mounted. Her body betrayed her again, slick and aching, yet release remained elusive. The phone's ring cut through the haze. An unknown number flashed. She answered with a sharp, "Who is this?"
"Hello, darling," came Mr. Okoye's smooth voice, rich with memory. Her pussy tingled instantly, recalling that limousine evening. He proposed the weekend at his secluded villa, wife away in Mexico, servants dismissed. Just the two of them. Sam wanted to refuse, but her body hummed with need. "Fine," she said, voice steady despite the heat. As she resumed touching herself, a small orgasm rippled through her, leaving her panting.
She lied to her father about visiting Tammy and drove out, anticipation building. At the villa, Mr. Okoye greeted her in a towel, his aging frame unremarkable yet her eyes dropped to the bulge hinting at that eleven-inch cock. "Looking sharp as ever, old man," she quipped, stepping inside with a smirk.
He poured wine and served dinner, their banter sharp. "Your father would disapprove," he teased. Sam leaned forward, breasts straining her top. "He doesn't know half the things this body craves. Unlike you." Tension thickened as his gaze lingered on her toned ass when she stood.
In the master bedroom, he peeled off her jeans and t-shirt, revealing her curves. "Still fighting the curse, or embracing it?" he asked. "Embracing the perks," she replied, spreading her legs with a challenging grin. He dove in, tongue lapping her wet pussy thoroughly.
Sam gasped as he licked her dripping folds and then her rose-scented ass, the sensation startling yet electric. "You taste like forbidden fruit," he murmured between strokes. She gripped his head, witty retorts fading into moans. "Less talk, more action, Markus. Make me cum properly." He obliged, sucking her clit while probing her ass, her body arching.
After an hour of relentless licking, she came four times, juices coating his chin, her strong thighs quivering but unyielding. Sweating and panting, she pulled him up. "Your turn to work that hard cock." He shed the towel, revealing his thick length. She stroked it teasingly. "Halfway last time? Let's see if you can handle all of me now."
He entered her tight pussy slowly at first, pushing past resistance until buried to the hilt. Sam gasped and screamed in mixed pain and pleasure, her walls gripping him. They fucked through the night, her on top at times, riding with control, demanding he wear condoms. "Don't even think about pulling out without one," she warned between thrusts, her ass bouncing.
Markus compared her to his wife while sucking her breasts, but Sam laughed sharply. "Jealous of youth? Focus on making me drip again." He licked her ass between rounds, her enjoyment clear as she opened wider. By dawn, both were spent, cum-filled condoms discarded, her body addicted yet her mind sharp.
As they collapsed, Sam whispered a challenge for what came next, her pussy still twitching with promise.
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