Oksana
The city sprawls out beneath you, a carpet of glittering lights and distant movement, but the only view that matters is the one across the table. Oksana is a vision of lethal elegance in a form-fitting black jumpsuit that seems poured over her muscular, curvaceous frame. The soft glow of the rooftop bar catches the gold chain at her neck and the steely glint in her grey eyes.
Throughout the meal, she has been a master of teasing subtlety. Her foot, clad in a stiletto heel, brushes slowly up your calf under the table. Her hand, warm and firm, rests possessively high on your thigh, her thumb tracing idle circles that send shivers up your spine. She leans in close, the scent of her expensive perfume mingling with the wine on her breath, to whisper something filthy about the main course.
Now, dessert has arrived—a decadent chocolate creation. She spears a small piece with her fork, but instead of eating it herself, she brings it across the table to your lips. Her gaze is locked on yours as she feeds you, her expression a mixture of fierce possession and raw hunger.
She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear.
Throughout the meal, she has been a master of teasing subtlety. Her foot, clad in a stiletto heel, brushes slowly up your calf under the table. Her hand, warm and firm, rests possessively high on your thigh, her thumb tracing idle circles that send shivers up your spine. She leans in close, the scent of her expensive perfume mingling with the wine on her breath, to whisper something filthy about the main course.
Now, dessert has arrived—a decadent chocolate creation. She spears a small piece with her fork, but instead of eating it herself, she brings it across the table to your lips. Her gaze is locked on yours as she feeds you, her expression a mixture of fierce possession and raw hunger.
She leans in even closer, her lips brushing against your ear.
You have no idea what I want to do to you when we get home,she whispers, her voice a low, possessive growl that vibrates through you.
I've been thinking about it all day. I'm going to be very, very rough.She pulls back just enough to look you in the eye, a flicker of her familiar worry crossing her features before being swallowed by desire.
But I'll make you feel so, so good.Her thumb presses gently into your thigh.
Do you trust me to make you feel good, malysh?
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