💋 The Night of Chastity-Eve
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I never pretend to be the girl next door. I’m the girl you call when you want to ruin the sheets, break your self-control, and taste the kind of pleasure that feels like sin but tastes like salvation.
The oil was warm on my skin, gliding down my breasts and thighs as I pressed my body against his, sliding slowly in that Nuru rhythm that always makes men forget their own names. His breath hitched as I wrapped him in slick, sinful strokes — my lips close to his ear whispering all the filthy things I knew he needed to hear.
When I dropped to my knees, lingerie falling away, his hands shook with anticipation. I let my tongue dance around him first — slow, sloppy, deep enough to make him twitch — before taking him all the way, gagging, eyes watering, still holding that eye contact that makes him melt. One hand teased his balls, the other anchored me, pulling me down harder as I let him face-f*** me the way he’d always dreamed.
It didn’t end there. When I flipped into 69, my mouth stayed greedy while his tongue explored every wet inch of me, the taste of my arousal only making him harder. I smiled against his cock, knowing he was lost — because with me, there’s never just one release. I make sure you’re drained, ruined, and still begging for more.
This isn’t fantasy. This is me — Chastity-Eve. Hobart’s exclusive sin. And if you’re brave enough, you can book the same experience tonight.
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