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Max’s fingers traced the rim of his whiskey glass, the ice cubes clinking softly as he watched Marta across the dimly lit bar. She was leaning against the counter, one leg bent, the other stretched out in those damn heels that made her legs look endless. Her tight black dress hugged every curve, the neckline dipping just enough to tease the swell of her tits. She caught his gaze and smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.

"You gonna stare all night, or you gonna come over here and fuck me like you mean it?" she purred, swirling her own drink, her tongue darting out to catch a droplet from her lips.

Max didn’t hesitate. He downed the last of his whiskey and stood, his cock already half-hard just from the way she looked at him. By the time he reached her, she’d already slid off her stool, her fingers trailing down his chest as she pressed against him.

"You’re insatiable," he muttered, gripping her hip and pulling her flush against him. She could feel his erection through his jeans, thick and demanding.

"Damn right I am," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "And you love it."

Her hand slipped between them, palming his cock through his pants, squeezing just enough to make him groan. "Let’s get out of here before I bend you over this bar and ride that thick dick right in front of everyone."

Max didn’t need to be told twice. He tossed some bills on the counter, his hand never leaving her waist as they weaved through the crowd and out into the cool night air. The second they hit the sidewalk, he spun her against the brick wall of the alley, his mouth crashing down on hers. She tasted like whiskey and sin, her lips parting instantly to let his tongue slide in, tasting, claiming.

Her nails raked down his back, her hips grinding against him. "Fuck, Max, I need you inside me *now*," she gasped between kisses, her voice rough with need.

He didn’t argue. He yanked her dress up, his hands gripping her bare ass as he lifted her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer. His fingers found her panties—soaked already—and he groaned into her mouth.

"Goddamn, you’re *dripping*," he growled, tearing the flimsy fabric aside and sliding two fingers into her tight, wet heat.

Marta gasped, her head thudding back against the brick. "Fuck yes—right there—*don’t stop*—"

He worked her with his fingers, his thumb circling her clit as she rode his hand, her hips jerking wildly. "That’s it, baby. Take what you need. I want you *creaming* all over my fingers before I even get my dick in you."

She bit her lip so hard it almost bled, her walls clenching around his fingers as pleasure ripped through her. "Oh *fuck*—Max—I’m gonna—!"

"Come for me," he commanded, his voice rough. "Now."

And she did, her back arching off the wall, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy pulsed around his fingers, her juices dripping down his hand, and Max didn’t waste a second.

He unbuckled his jeans, freeing his cock—thick, veiny, and already leaking pre-cum. Marta’s eyes darkened with hunger as she watched him stroke himself, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.

"Get that *beautiful* cock inside me," she demanded, her voice a husky growl.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He lined himself up and thrust into her in one rough stroke, both of them groaning as he bottomed out. She was *tight*, her walls fluttering around him, so damn hot and slick he almost lost it right then.

"Fuck—*fuck*—you feel *amazing*," he growled, pulling back and slamming into her again, her tits bouncing with every thrust.

Marta’s nails dug into his shoulders, her legs locked around his waist as she met him thrust for thrust. "Harder, Max. *Fuck me harder.*"

He did. He pistoned into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every deep, punishing stroke. The alley echoed with their ragged breaths, the wet slap of skin, the obscene sounds of their bodies joining. His free hand gripped her throat, not too hard, just enough to make her whimper as he fucked her against the wall.

"You like that?" he growled, his hips snapping forward. "Like my cock *filling* you up?"

"Yes—*god yes*—don’t *stop*—" she panted, her head rolling to the side as pleasure coiled tight in her belly again.

He could feel her walls fluttering, knew she was close. He reached between them, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing in tight, quick circles. "Come for me again, Marta. *Now.*"

She shattered around him, her pussy clamping down on his cock so hard it pulled his own orgasm from him. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his cum flooding her in thick, hot pulses. She milked every last drop from him, her walls squeezing him as they both rode out the aftershocks.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless and slick with sweat, Marta let out a shaky laugh. "We should’ve done that *hours* ago."

Max grinned, pressing a messy kiss to her lips. "Next time, I’m tying you up and making you beg for it."

She smirked, trailing a finger down his chest. "Promises, promises."

And as they walked back toward the street, her hand in his, Max knew one thing for sure—this was only the beginning.

The gym locker room was empty, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound besides our ragged breaths. I’d caught her staring at my ass in the mirror—her lips parted, fingers drumming against her thigh. Yulia wasn’t shy about it, never had been. She’d cornered me here before, whispering filthy things while her husband was at work and mine was on the road with the team.

"You’re such a fucking tease," I muttered, turning to face her fully. Her sundress hugged her curves, the fabric clinging to her tits when she arched her back, smirking.

"Me? You’re the one who keeps looking at me like you want to bend me over that bench." She stepped closer, her perfume thick with vanilla and something darker, like sin itself. Her fingers traced the waistband of my gym shorts, nails dragging over the damp fabric where my dick was already half-hard.

I grabbed her wrist, yanking her flush against me. "You have no idea what you do to me."

She laughed, low and throaty, before sinking to her knees in front of me. The sight of her like this—curves spilling over her thighs, her dress hiked up around her waist—had my cock throbbing against my shorts. Before I could react, she tugged them down, my dick springing free, already leaking.

"You’re so fucking big," she purred, wrapping her fingers around the base and stroking slowly. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, and she leaned in, swiping her tongue over it with a moan. "Mmm, salty. Just how I like it."

Her mouth was hot, wet, her tongue swirling around the head before she took me deep, her throat fluttering around the tip. I groaned, threading my fingers through her hair, guiding her. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as her hand worked the shaft, twisting at the base.

"You’re gonna make me blow too fast if you keep that up," I growled, but she just hummed around my dick, the vibrations sending a jolt straight to my balls.

I pulled her off with a wet pop, yanking her dress up over her hips. No panties. Of course there weren’t. Her pussy was already glistening, swollen lips peeking out from between her thighs. I shoved two fingers inside her without warning, curling them to hit that perfect spot. She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," I groaned, pumping my fingers in and out. Her walls clenched around me, her hips rocking in time. I added a third finger, stretching her, and she moaned, her head falling back.

"More," she begged, her voice ragged. "I need your cock inside me, Stepan."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled my fingers free, wiping them across her lips before shoving her back onto the bench. She spread her legs wide, her fingers already working her clit in slow circles.

"Look at you," I said, stroking my dick as I loomed over her. "Such a fucking slut for me."

She smirked. "Only for you."

I lined myself up and drove into her in one brutal thrust. She cried out, her back arching off the bench as I bottomed out inside her. Her pussy was scorching, dripping around my cock, her walls fluttering as I pulled back and slammed into her again.

"Fuck yes, just like that," she panted, her nails raking down my back. "Harder, Stepan. I can take it."

I gave her what she wanted, pistoning my hips, the bench creaking beneath us. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the locker room, along with her breathy moans and my grunts. I reached down, rubbing her clit in tight circles, and she came with a scream, her pussy clamping down around my dick so tight I saw stars.

"That’s it, take my cock," I growled, pounding into her through her orgasm. My balls drew up, and I pulled out at the last second, stroking myself over her tits, ropes of cum painting her skin as I groaned her name.

She licked her lips, watching me with hooded eyes. "You’re fucking gorgeous when you come."

I helped her up, pressing a kiss to her mouth before she fixed her dress. The gym was still empty, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

"Next time," she said, trailing a finger down my chest, "I want you in my ass."

I groaned, my dick already twitching at the thought. "Fuck, you’re gonna kill me."

She just smirked, sauntering toward the door before looking back at me over her shoulder. "Hopefully not. I still need to ride that big dick of yours again."

And with that, she was gone, leaving me hard and aching for more.