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The sensual Otroque boutique is renowned for its exquisite lingerie and garments, catering to luxury and fashion connoisseurs. With a sleek, sophisticated ambiance and a dedicated team of consultants, the store offers an unparalleled shopping experience. The curvy yet slender store manager, Amira, always exudes elegance as she guides her clients, providing personalized assistance for an exceptional retail journey.
One day, a meticulously dressed clientele, a young Saudi woman named Nasha, enters the boutique. Amira greets her with a warm smile and professional gesture, asking about the type of garments she is interested in. As they walk through the store, Amira notices Nasha’s gaze fixed on a stunning piece in the window display, an exquisite red velvet corset with intricate lace detailing and garters. Amira suggests trying it on, and to her surprise, Nasha agrees.
As Nasha disappears into the fitting room, Amira patiently waits, her mind wandering to the tantalizing sight of Nasha’s voluptuous curves hugged tightly by the velvet fabric. The thought ignites a familiar heat between her thighs, a sensation she has grown accustomed to during her interactions with clients.
Moments later, Nasha emerges from the fitting room, her face flushed and her breaths slightly heavier. The corset hugs her figure like a second skin, accentuating each curve in an alluring display of feminine sensuality. Amira cannot help but admire Nasha’s bedroom eyes, her full, pouty lips, and the way she tilts her head slightly, her luxurious hair cascading over one shoulder.
“Would you like a mirror?” Amira asks, her voice dripping with desire.
Nasha nods, and as she walks towards the full-length mirror, Amira’s eyes dart between the reflection and Nasha’s graceful movements. The corset emphasizes Nasha’s ample bust and cinches her waist, while the open garters at the thighs give a teasing peek of her forbidden Fruit.
“It’s beautiful,” Nasha murmers, her eyes locked on Amira’s through the reflection.
Amira approaches her, her desires growing more intense with each step. She reaches out and gently trails a finger along the exposed crease of Nasha’s thigh, feeling the warmth of her skin.
“He wears it perfectly,” Amira whispers, her breath hot against Nasha’s ear.
Nasha shivers, a soft gasp escaping her lips. She turns to face Amira, her eyes smoldering with need. “I think I’ll take it,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
Amira leans in closer, her lips brushing against Nasha’s neck. “I have a better idea,” she purrs. “Why don’t we…negotiate the price? In the back room?”
Nasha hesitates for a moment before nodding, her body trembling with anticipation. Amira leads her to the back room, a cozy space reserved for private fittings and discreet escapades.
As soon as the door closes behind them, Amira pins Nasha against the wall, her hands roaming over the velvet fabric, kneading and caressing every curve. Nasha moans, her hands gripping Amira’s hips, pulling her closer. Their lips meet in a passionate, hungry kiss, tongues tangled and breaths mingled.
Amira’s hands slide down to Nasha’s thighs, pushing up the hem of the corset, revealing the lacy panties beneath. She runs her fingers along the edge, teasing Nasha’s sensitive flesh, drawing out whimpers of pleasure.
“Tell me what you want,” Amira commands, her voice low and husky.
“I want you,” Nasha whispers, her hips bucking against Amira’s touch. “Touch me. Taste me.”
Amira obeys, her fingers dipping beneath the fabric, stroking Nasha’s slick folds. Nasha gasps, her head falling back against the wall, her body arching into Amira’s touch. Amira’s fingers explore and tease, finding Nasha’s sensitive spots, drawing out cries of ecstasy.
Pulling away for a moment, Amira undoes the clasps of her own blouse, exposing her ample breasts, topped with erect nipples. She guides Nasha’s head to her chest, encouraging her to taste and suckle. Nasha oblige, her lips and tongue lavishing each peak, sending jolts of pleasure through Amira’s body.
Amira tugs off Nasha’s panties, revealing her glistening sex. She drops to her knees, pushing Nasha’s thighs apart, her face mere inches from Nasha’s forbidden Fruit. She inhales deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent before diving in, her tongue delving between the folds.
Nasha’s knees buckle, her hands gripping Amira’s hair, holding her in place. Amira licks and sucks, her tongue flicking against Nasha’s clit, drawing out cries of ecstasy. She teases and explores, bringing Nasha closer and closer to the edge, her body trembling with anticipation.
When Nasha is on the brink, Amira pulls away, standing up. Nasha unleashes a desperate whimper, her eyes pleading for more. Amira smirks, turning Nasha around and bending her over. With a quick adjustment of her own skirt, she pushes herself inside Nasha’s dripping wet folds with a firm thrust.
Nasha screams, her body jolting forward, her hips bucking back to meet Amira’s. Amira sets a relentless pace, pounding into Nasha with eager rhythm, filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the echo of Nasha’s wanton moans.
She reaches around, her fingers finding Nasha’s clit, rubbing and circling, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Nasha’s body. Nasha’s thighs quiver, her body tensing, her climax building.
Amira feels her own release approaching, her body shuddering, her breath ragged. She leans over Nasha, her teeth grazing the nape of her neck, biting down gently as she thrusts harder, faster, deep and hard until they both reach their peak.
Their cries of ecstasy mingle, their bodies shuddering in unison as they climax, their juices seeping and soaking the space between them. Amira collapses against Nasha, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, reeling from the intensity of their coupling.
As they come down from their high, Amira whispers in Nasha’s ear, “This one’s on the house. But if you want a repeat performance, you’ll have to come back for another… private fitting.”
Nasha turns her head, capturing Amira’s lips in a tender kiss, a silent promise of more to come.
