Elena lounged against the velvet chaise in her penthouse, a wicked smirk playing on her lips as she traced the outline of her swollen nipple. She knew exactly what she was—a depraved nasty bitch—and she reveled in it. Her body was a symphony of constant hunger, nipples and clit permanently throbbing, aching, raging hard, demanding to be pulled, pinched, licked, and sucked. 'God, I'm hooked on my own mess,' she murmured to herself, already feeling the frothy thick white creamy discharge slicking her thighs.
The door clicked open, and Marcus sauntered in, his eyes darkening at the sight. 'Starting without me again, Elena? You insatiable creature.'
She arched a brow, voice sharp as a whip. 'Insatiable? Darling, I'm an artist of depravity. My squirts taste like liquid sin, and this breast milk? Creamy perfection. Why share when I can drown in it myself?'
Marcus chuckled, stepping closer. 'Witty as ever. But that hard clit of yours is practically screaming for my tongue. Admit it—you want me to taste every drip.'
'Please,' she scoffed, standing tall, her presence commanding. 'I don't beg. But if you're lucky, I'll let you watch me lap it up while your cock gets hard.' She slid a hand between her legs, fingers coming away wet and dripping. 'Feel that? My pussy's already pulsing, horny for its own juices.'
He grinned, shedding his shirt. 'You're sweating just thinking about it. Panting like a bitch in heat. Fine—show me.'
Elena pushed him back onto the chaise, straddling his lap with fierce grace. 'Explosive doesn't begin to cover it.' She guided his mouth to her aching nipple, moaning as he sucked, her creamy discharge mixing with his tongue. 'Harder—pinch the other one. Yes, like that.' Her ass ground against his growing erection, teasing. 'That cock feels promising. Want a blowjob while I finger my squirt into my mouth?'
'Fuck, Elena,' he groaned, hands roaming her curves. 'You're dripping all over me.'
She laughed, low and sultry, freeing his hard cock and stroking it with expert twists. 'That's the point, lover. Now watch me come—I'll squirt, drink it, and ride you till we both explode.' Her clit throbbed against him as she leaned in, lips brushing his ear. 'Ready for the main event? Because this nasty bitch doesn't do half-measures.'
Marcus's hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as heat built to a fever pitch, her addiction fueling every panting breath and slick touch.
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