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She arrives without hesitation—heels clicking softly on the floor, dressed in a tight black bodycon that hugs every curve. No bra, no panties, just the promise of unfiltered ecstasy. Her eyes scan the room like she owns it. Like she owns you. And maybe she already does.

“You’re mine tonight,” she whispers.
Your clothes come off fast, torn away by urgency. Her dress slips off like silk. She’s bare and glowing, her nipples hard and eager. She moves with purpose, sliding down to kiss your thighs, teasing you with her mouth until you’re throbbing and gasping.

Her voice gets louder. Her fingers dig into your shoulders. You grab her waist, flip her over, and thrust deep. She arches and screams your name as you pound into her, again and again, her walls tightening with every stroke.
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As you lay beside her, trying to catch your breath, she lights a cigarette, leans over, and whispers,
“Gole Market will never feel the same again.”
You already know—this wasn’t the last time.
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