The velvet night draped over the city like a second skin, and there she stood at the gallery opening—Wanda, wrapped in a luxurious sable fur coat that whispered against her curves with every step. Severin spotted her from across the room, his pulse quickening at the way the fur framed her sharp cheekbones and knowing smile. She caught his gaze and approached with the confidence of a queen claiming her court.
"Admiring the art or the accessories?" Wanda asked, her voice a velvet blade. She adjusted the fur collar, revealing a glimpse of bare shoulder. "Most men stare like they've never seen a woman own her power before."
Severin chuckled, matching her wit. "Power's easy to admire from afar. Up close, it tends to demand surrender. I'm Severin, by the way—curious about what lies beneath that fur."
"Wanda," she replied, eyes sparkling with challenge. "And surrender isn't given; it's earned through clever tongues and steady hands. Tell me, Severin, do you have the wit to keep up, or will you just pant after me like the rest?" Their banter flowed like fine wine, sharp exchanges about desire and control filling the space between them until the crowd faded.
She led him to a private lounge, the fur coat slipping just enough to tease. "Horny already? I can see it in your eyes," Wanda teased, her fingers tracing his jaw. "But let's make this interesting. I wear the fur; you follow my lead."
"Lead away," Severin shot back, voice husky. "Though I suspect your pussy's already wet and dripping under all that luxury." Wanda laughed, a throaty sound, and pulled him closer, her strong hands guiding his to the soft fur before pressing against her body.
The tension snapped as she shed the coat, revealing smooth skin glowing under dim lights. Wanda pushed him onto the chaise, straddling him with unyielding grace. "Let's see that cock of yours—hard and ready," she commanded, freeing him and stroking with expert fingers. Severin groaned, sweating as her mouth descended for a slow, teasing blowjob, her tongue working magic while she maintained eye contact.
"Panting yet?" she murmured between licks, her own arousal evident in the way her pussy glistened. Wanda mounted him, taking his hard length deep, riding with powerful thrusts that made her ass bounce. "Fuck me like you mean it," she demanded, witty barbs mixing with moans as they moved together.
Sweating and panting, they built to a fever pitch. Wanda came first, her strong thighs clamping down, pussy clenching around him as she dripped with release. Severin followed, cum spilling as she milked every drop, their bodies slick and intertwined in the aftermath.
Wanda rose, fur coat draped over her shoulders once more, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "This was just the opening move, Severin. Our game has only begun."
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