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In the heart of bustling Beijing, hidden from prying eyes, a couple found their most thrilling escapade yet. The man, arrogantly strutted, maturity radiating off him like wave of pheromones, his expensive suit a crisp armor of his power, status, and wealth. The woman, a sparkling beauty, delicate and demure, blushing at her new blooming desire.

They had just met, a chance encounter that sparked a momentous fire in their hearts. Him, a renowned businessman, she, a shy, starry-eyed secretary. Their reunion was not sooner than they snuck into a dimly lit alcove, a shadowed nook in the grand staircase.

Her eyes widened in nervous delight as he pinched her plump ass, a naughty grin splitting his lips. A daring squeeze, a lingering touch, it ignited a surge of heated desire rushing to her core. His hands slipped lower, gripping her supple thighs, goosebumps erupting on her skin. Roughly lifting her, she gasped, her legs wrapping around his sturdy waist.

“Dry humping,” the naughty whispers were a breathless huff on her neck. She shivered, surreptitious moans threatening to escape. The staircase’s cold stone brought a welcome contrast to the fevered heat blossoming through her.

His mouth captured her tantalizing lips, a searing kiss, devouring her with brutal passion, the hunger of a lusty hound. She melted into his arms, buxom breasts pressing against his chest. One hand cradled her neck, the other caressing her supple back, as he guided her onto the steps, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Crash, she landed on the wooden boards, a flustered squeak escaping. He knelt before her with predatory intent, coaxing her legs open with a deft caress. She trembled, adoring his roaming fingers, his teasing touch stoking the flames of her yearning. Swift and nimble, his digits delved under her skirt, stroking her inner thighs with agonizing slowness.

A jolt of lightning sparked through her core as he found her moist folds, his satisfying groan music to her ears. Her nails dug into the polished wood as he started his magic, teasing flicks of his long digits skimming along her aching slit. Frantic and wanting, she bucked her hips, aching for more.

Loud slaps echoed through the staircase as he smacked her ass before kneading it with rough palms, sending tingling shocks through her. The erotic empiricism was insane, emboldening her to release a sultry moan. He smirked, shoving two fingers knuckle-deep into her hot, quivering pussy.

“Yes, baby, take it all,” the lewd groans made her quiver. He pumped mercilessly, stretching her, building the mounting pressure. Her clit throbbed as he rubbed hard circles with nimble fingers, increasing his pace.

Incoherent mewls poured from her lips as he pistoned two fingers rapidly, the lewd slap of skin making her white hot. Hands clenching his hair, she writhed, grinding desperately against his fingers, chasing her euphoria. With a final, brutal thrust, sending his digits deep, she shattered, screaming her ecstasy for all to hear.

Collapsing against the steps, her limp, satisfied body glistened in the moonlight. A filthy chuckle rumbled through his chest as he lowered his lips towards her dripping core, kissing the delicate folds. A languid lick spread her juices across his greedy tongue, her salty musk clouding his mind. Lap after lap, he muffled himself in her silken sheath, drinking from her honey pot.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he growled, suckling roughly on her clit. The intense pleasure said her writhing again, another orgasm cresting. His tongue dipped deep, thrusting in and out, his nose nestled against her throbbing nub. With a final penetrating stroke, her quaking body erupted with immaculate bliss. Beet red and gasping, she was his naughty ragdoll, ready for breaking.

Undoing his belt, he freed his rock-hard shaft, the masculine scent of sex heavy in the air. Engorged and pulsing, the thick prod stood tall, soaked in his pungent pre-cum. A sensual whimper passed her lips as he dragged the leaking tip along her puffy slit. His eyes were molten embers as he notched his broad crown at her quivering entrance, ready to defile her.

“Yes, please,” she hissed, rolling her hips to impale herself further. A primal groan roared from his chest as the royal scepter drilled into her depths, inch after inch. His hips smacked against her round cheeks, balls slapping her Girl Pussy before drawing back to piston back home with a volcanic thrust. Over and over, he pounded her terrific cunt, his lust-crazed eyes locked on hers.

He shifted, recatching her thighs, hoisting them over his broad shoulders. Drilled deep, he tapped her cervix, delving even further. Parched walls clamped tight around him, exquisitely snug. Rolling hips worked her G-spot as her screams echoed off the walls. Primal, animalistic rutting, the only sound was the wet slap of flesh and their ragged moans.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” she wailed, the tell-tale tingle thrumming in her veins. The thick prod pumped faster, harder, her greedy body creaming as he battered her cervix. “Oh god, oh fuck,” she howled, a surge of ecstasy hitting simultaneously as his cock swelled, spurting thick ropes of nauhty milky cum in her beating walls.

Collapsing, they writhed mindlessly, high on the rush of rapture. The cool stone pillars tickled their sweaty skin, a perverse kind of pleasure. Soft, loving kisses traced along his neck, a sensual caress soothing their bruised egos. For a moment, the world was right, everything in place.

“Damn girl, you’re good as fuck,” he grunted, scanning over her delectable body, savoring the moment. She shuddered with delectation passing over his sculptured mouth, running fingers through his short, matted hair.

Exchanging satisfied, lazy grins, they readied themselves, the Asians returned to their daily lives, slower and sensible, but with a new spring in their steps. A never-ending stroll of mischievous memories of their erotic rendezvous, sneaky glances, and secret touches…