His fingers slide into me, thumb circling my clit, and I’m lost in the sensation. The red chair digs into my thighs as I arch my back, offering myself up. My pussy is wet, lips puffy and pink, begging for more. I’m his whore, his plaything, and I love every second of it. The lace thong is pulled aside, exposing my trimmed pussy and asshole. I’m bare, vulnerable, and completely at his mercy. His hand, hairy and strong, dominates me, and I can’t get enough. The room is a blur, but I feel every inch of him, every movement, every command. I’m his slut, his wife, and I’m here for his pleasure. The brothel’s atmosphere is thick with desire, and I’m the center of it all. My body responds to his touch, my mind races with the thrill of being used, and I know I’m exactly where I belong.
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