Chapter 1: The City of Sinful Lights
Myrthe, a voluptuous 48-year-old with curves that could stop traffic, stepped off the train at Gare du Nord, her pulse racing with a hunger she could no longer deny. Married to Jaap for over two decades, she’d grown bored of his predictable fumbling. She craved a beast, a man with a cock so hard and massive it could shatter her world. Paris, the city of love and lust, was her hunting ground.
Her tight dress clung to her thick thighs and ample ass as she strutted through the cobblestone streets of Montmartre, her eyes scanning for prey. That’s when she saw him—Shaun, a towering figure of raw power, leaning against a café wall with a smirk that screamed trouble. His dark eyes locked onto her, devouring every inch of her body without apology.
“Well, damn, woman,” Shaun’s deep voice rumbled as he stepped closer, his British accent dripping with intent. “That ass of yours is begging to be fucked. I’m not asking—I’m telling you, I’m gonna have it.”
Myrthe’s lips curled into a wicked grin, her confidence unshakable. “Oh, honey, you think you can handle this? I’m not some shy little girl. If you’re all talk, I’ll walk.”
Shaun laughed, a low, dangerous sound, and grabbed her wrist, pulling her close enough to feel the heat radiating off his massive frame. “Walk? Darling, you’ll be crawling when I’m done with you. Let’s go. My place. Now.”
Her pussy already wet with anticipation, Myrthe didn’t hesitate. She matched his stride, her heels clicking with purpose as they reached his apartment—a dimly lit loft with a view of the Eiffel Tower. The air was thick with tension as Shaun kicked the door shut, his hands already roaming her body.
“Strip,” he commanded, his voice a growl. But Myrthe wasn’t one to be ordered around without a fight.
“Make me,” she shot back, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Show me you’ve got what it takes to tame this horny bitch.”
Shaun’s grin was feral as he yanked her dress down, exposing her heavy breasts and the dripping heat between her thighs. “Oh, I’ll tame you, alright. Gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own damn name.”
Their banter dissolved into raw, primal need as he pushed her against the wall, his hands gripping her thick hips. Myrthe’s breath hitched, her body aching for the pounding she knew was coming. She could feel his cock, rock-hard and massive, pressing against her through his jeans, and she smirked, ready to take every inch.
As Shaun’s lips crashed into hers, his hands sliding down to grab her ass with bruising force, the room seemed to spin with the promise of an explosive release. They were on the edge, sweating, panting, ready to dive into a night of unrelenting, filthy pleasure.
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