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She didn’t even let him finish the excuse. “No more games. I want you to fuck me until the only thing left is your name in my mouth.” Alex stood in her living room, still half-dressed from the office, looking guilty as always. She stepped closer, eyes sharp. “Did you call my wife? Do you want me to?” He didn’t answer. She already knew. She pushed him onto the couch and straddled him, grinding against the hard bulge in his pants. “You act like this is my fault, but you keep making your way back to me. You know where the door is. You could walk away at any moment. But you choose to stay… every time.” She freed his cock and sank down onto it in one smooth motion, both of them groaning. She rode him hard, nails digging into his chest. “With me you don’t have to be the loving husband. You don’t need to worry about your responsibilities. The only thing you’re committed to is your pleasure.” He flipped her onto her back and drove into her deep. She wrapped her legs around him and kept talking, voice low and cutting. “Your wife has such a pretty voice… Solar Solutions, this is Angela…” She mocked the sales call she’d just made to Kelly, laughing when he thrust harder out of anger and guilt. She made him eat her until she came on his tongue, then pulled him back up and demanded he fuck her like he meant it. Positions changed fast — doggy so she could look back and watch his face, her on top again so she could control the pace, then missionary with her legs over his shoulders so he could go as deep as possible. “Who’s dick is it? It’s mine. I can do whatever I like to it.” Near the end she was on her knees, ass up, telling him to take all the guilt out on her. He pounded her until he came hard, flooding her while she clenched around him and laughed softly. Afterwards she stayed spread on the bed, watching him get dressed with that same knowing smile. “Now you can go home to your sweet little wife and pretend like you’re the good guy. See you tomorrow.”

Officer Angela caught Mike trespassing again. She had warned him before, but tonight she wasn’t in the mood for another warning. She pinned him against the wall, cuffs already in her hand. “You’re under arrest for trespassing,” she said coldly, reading him his rights while her hands ran over his body in a slow, thorough frisk. When her palm brushed the hard bulge in his pants she smirked. “That’s quite the heat you’re packing.” She spun him around, cuffed his wrists behind his back and pushed him to his knees. “From now on you speak only when I let you. You’ve been a bad boy… but you’re mine now. Mine to punish.” Angela freed his thick cock and stroked it while staring down at him. She wrapped her big tits around the shaft and tit-fucked him slowly, making him beg. “Please, Officer… please fuck me.” She made him say it properly—“Officer Angela”—before she finally let him inside her. She rode him hard while he stayed cuffed, grinding down so every inch stretched her open. Then she uncuffed him only long enough to shove his face between her legs and order him to eat her until she came on his tongue. After that she bent over the hood of her patrol car, told him to fuck her from behind, and controlled every thrust. “You come when I say you come.” He pounded her deep, one hand on her hip, the other gripping her hair, while she moaned and cursed and kept reminding him who was in charge. Near the end she spun around, dropped to her knees again and sucked him until he painted her tongue and tits with thick cum. She swallowed what she wanted, then looked up with a satisfied smile. “That’s Officer Angela,” she reminded him one last time. “And next time you trespass… I’ll be waiting.”

Cassandra Black had just finished the tense interview about her new exhibition, Past Lives. The racy photos were a sharp departure from her usual work, a deliberate peek into the secret side of herself she normally kept locked away. The moment the reporter left, the door opened again and a familiar voice said her old name. “Angela… it’s been a while.” She froze, then smiled. He was the one person who still knew that version of her. Within minutes they were alone in the back room of the gallery, clothes already half-off. She dropped to her knees, hungry for the taste she had missed for years. His cock was already hard when she took it into her mouth. She sucked him slowly at first, savoring the precum, then deeper, letting spit run down the shaft while she edged him with long, deliberate strokes of her tongue. “I missed this mouth,” he groaned. She pulled off just long enough to wrap her big soft tits around his cock and stroke him between them, licking the head on every upward pass. When he was throbbing and close she stopped again, teasing him, telling him he could wait a little longer after all these years. She finally climbed onto his lap and sank down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. The stretch made her moan loudly. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in his face, grinding deep so he hit every sensitive spot inside her. He flipped her onto her back on the table, held her legs open, and fucked her with long, powerful strokes while she begged him not to stop. Every time she got close he slowed down, edging her the same way she had edged him, until she was shaking and dripping. When he finally let her come, her pussy clenched hard around him. He kept fucking her through it, then pulled out and fed his cock back into her mouth so she could taste herself on him. She sucked him clean, then guided him back inside and locked her legs around his waist. “Fill me,” she whispered. He drove in deep and unloaded every thick pulse of cum straight into her, staying buried until the last drop. Afterward she stayed wrapped around him, breathing hard, smiling against his neck. The exhibition outside was about past lives. In this room, one of those lives had just come roaring back to the present.

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