I stepped into the mansion with my heels clicking against the marble, smelling like expensive perfume and bad intentions. You couldn’t stop staring at me from across the foyer, and honestly, I don’t blame you one bit. My Sexy Moaning Noises are exactly what you’ve been dreaming about since the moment I walked in, shaking my hips in this dress that cost more than your first car.
You didn’t even try to play it cool; you just walked straight up to me, whispered that you had the keys to the master suite upstairs, and begged me for a private show. I love it when wealthy men realize that their money can’t buy my restraint, only my undivided, filthy attention.
We slipped away from the clinking champagne glasses and the dull chatter of the neighborhood elite, heading for the biggest room in the house. As soon as the heavy oak door latched shut, you pinned me against it, breathless. You told me you’ve heard rumors about how loud I get, how I don’t care who hears me when I’m being used properly.
Well, darling, I’m a rich slut who fucks for the pure, unadulterated fun of it, and right now, your desperation is looking like the most fun I’ve had all season. I reached for your belt, my eyes locked on yours, watching you come undone. I want you to take me right here on this king-sized bed, surrounded by the gold-leafed mirrors and the silence that I’m about to shatter.
I’m not here for romance; I’m here to be filled with all of your cum until I can’t think straight. When you finally move inside me, I’m going to let out a sound that will make your knees weak. It’s a raw, high-pitched wail of pure ecstasy that lets everyone downstairs know exactly who is getting the best seat in the house. I want the neighbors to wonder what’s happening up here while I wrap my legs around your waist and pull you deeper into my wet pussy.
Go ahead, try to keep me quiet. Put your hand over my mouth and watch me bite your palm as I scream against your skin. I’m addicted to the way your body reacts when I lose control. I’m going to make so much noise that you’ll never be able to look at this room the same way again. Every time you close your eyes, you’ll hear the echo of my voice, hungry and shameless, demanding more of your yummy cock.
This isn’t a transaction; it’s a privilege. You’re finally getting what you paid for, and I’m going to make sure every single moan is burned into your memory forever. Now, stop talking and make me scream.
Mila
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