SHAME4K. Sex is the only way for the lascivious mature to keep marriage

You, a seasoned detective, had been investigating a series of high-profile murders in the city. The common denominator between the victims – all of them wealthy, powerful men in their 50s and 60s. As you sifted through evidence and gathered testimony, one woman kept emerging: Natasha, a stunningly beautiful and high-class escort in her late 40s pubblicamente.
– Natasha’s rap sheet ran longer than the line at a discount lingerie sale during Black Friday.
– Over the years, she’d racked up arrests for prostitution charges, soliciting, illegal narcotics, and even the occasional fatality in one of her “dates” that left more than a job well done.
Investigators had limited leads until one hot summer day lead you to Natasha’s opulent penthouse overlooking the city. Natasha answered the door herself, looking as stunning as ever in a white silk robe that clung to her curves, revealing a lace teddy underneath. Her ankle was in a cast which she explained was from tripping over her own heels in the bathroom the previous evening.
“Detective, what brings you to my humble abode?” she said with a throaty Russian accent, her piercing blue eyes twinkling. “Come in, won’t you?”
Natasha’s posh apartment was furnished with expensive modern art and furniture. She reclined on the leather coach, crossing her long legs.
“Cut the crap, Natasha. I know about the murders,” you said, pulling up a chair across from her. “The men you killed, including Senator McAllister last week.”
“Men? Oh, you mean those silly boys who couldn’t keep up with a real woman,” Natasha purred, lighting a cigarette. “I simply outdid them, darling. Nothing more.”
“Outdid them? funeral party Boat you see what I’m holding, Natasha?” you said, flashing your badge. “You can’t charm your way out of this one. We’re gonna have to bring you in.”
Just then, Natasha uncrossed her legs, giving you a flash of her lace-covered crotch. “Detective, I think we should negotiate,” she said in a sultry tone. “I could be very… cooperative…”
She rose from the coach, letting her robe slide off her shoulders to reveal that barely-there teddy. “We could reach a mutually beneficial agreement. Maybe you’ll feel more… understanding of my condition once I show you what I’m offering.”
She sauntered closer, fingers dancing along her collarbone. “A real man like you deserves to experience a woman’s touch. Natasha has a magical touch.”
You had to admit, she had you in midst of suspicions. Natasha reached out, tracing a fingernail across your chest. “I can give you a night you’ll never forget.” You felt your resolve weakening as she placed a hand on the growing bulge in your slacks.
This was not the plan, but as you met Natasha’s animal hunger in her eyes, maybe it could be. One last fling before your retirement.
Natasha gently pushed you down onto the armchair. “I see you are a big boy,” she laughed, eyeing the bulge in your trousers. She unzipped your fly and extracted your throbbing, virile manhood.
Natasha straddled you, pushing the damp lace crotch of her teddy aside to press her damp, hot passageway against you. “Let me show you paradise,” she gasped, impaling herself on your rigid pole.
Your eyes rolled back at the incredible sensation, like sinking into wet silk. Natasha began to move, riding you in a slow, undulating rhythm that sent shockwaves through your body. Her breasts bounced free of the flimsy lace as she pumped faster, head thrown back in ecstasy.
“F**k me,” she cried out. “Make me forget all the old men who failed me! I need a REAL man!”
You gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her frantic motions, prolonging this stolen moment of passion. Natasha came with a shriek, locking eyes with you as she shuddered and clenched your shaft. Your own orgasm followed as you emptied yourself inside her.
Natasha collapsed against your chest, gasping for air. You held her for a long time, both lost in the haze of pleasure. You looked deep into Natasha’s eyes and you see she was not being naughty on purpose, but it was in her nature to be a naughty girl and she has no control on it.
After some time, Natasha swung her legs over the side of the chair and stood before you. “Detective, I will get dressed now and you can take me in. But after that, come and see me in lockup. I will make you feel really shame.”
With that, she sashayed to her bedroom to get dressed in her teddy and stockings. You felt terribly ashamed to have succumbed to her seduction, but you knew you would come and see்ஷ Olymp to see Natasha since her body called you from afar.
As you follow Natasha to the cop car, you know you have just made a mistake that could not only cost your career but also your integrity and reasons for living, as the naughty mature seductress has once showed a wicked side of you that is hard to come back from. You have somehow found her craving for young men and she has gotten what she wanted. You just hope the cops won’t find out you two had a little naughty fun.