PRIVATE RELEASE

Roman pushed through the heavy velvet curtain into the private room that was assigned to him, his pulse already hammering from the club's thumping bass. The air was thick with the scent of perfume, sweat, and money. His coworker had sworn this place delivered exactly what his wife refused to give him anymore. The raw, no-limits release and passion he no longer got in his marriage. His wife Elara had lost passion for sex and he had forgotten what he felt like to get fucked without the use of his hands.. The moment his eyes landed on Alison, every frustration from the office and the cold, sexless bed at home sharpened into pure, animal need.

She stood waiting in the center of the room like a gift, her long legs gleaming under the low red lights, her tight ass barely covered by a thin black thong. Mid-20s, with a body built for sin. With full, perky tits, tiny waist, and an ass that begged to be grabbed. Alison smiled with knowing confidence, her eyes dark with hunger.

“This is your first time?” she asked, voice low and sultry as she started moving on the pole.

Roman sank into the leather chair, already getting hard. “it doesn’t matter. Just dance.”

Alison smiled and rolled her hips in slow, filthy circles, letting him watch every shift of her curves. She peeled the tiny top off first, letting her full breasts bounce free. Her nipples were already stiff and begging for attention. She turned slowly, and bent forward at the waist, and slid the thong down her smooth thighs, giving him a perfect view of her shaved, glistening pussy and that round, fuckable ass.

Roman’s cock throbbed painfully against his suit pants. He palmed himself through the fabric, eyes locked on her dripping slit. He cleared his throat. He was really doing this.

Alison noticed the bulge in front of his pants and licked her lips. She backed up toward him, grinding her bare ass against his lap, rolling her hips in teasing circles that made his cock twitch. She reached back, grabbed his hands, and placed them on her tits, encouraging him to squeeze hard.

“ive been waiting for a man like you tonight,” she purred, grinding harder. “Someone who’ll actually use me.”

Roman groaned. He couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her down to her knees between his spread legs. Alison smiled eagerly, her fingers working his belt open with practiced skill. The second his thick, heavy cock sprang free, she wrapped both hands around it and stroked once, twice, before leaning in and taking him deep into her warm, wet mouth.

“Fuck…” Roman hissed, his head falling back.

He can't remember the last time someone had sucked him off.

Alison sucked him like a pro. She was sloppy, hungry, and completely submissive. Her tongue pressed flat along the underside of his shaft while she bobbed fast, taking him deeper with every stroke until her nose pressed against his pelvis. Spit coated his cock and dripped down her chin. She looked up at him with watery eyes, moaning around his thickness like sucking cock was her favorite thing in the world.

Roman fisted her hair tighter and thrust up into her throat, fucking her face with short, rough strokes. The wet gagging sounds only made him harder.

“Such a good little whore,” he growled. “Taking my cock so deep down your throat.”

He pulled her off with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening cock. “On the couch. Now. With your ass up.”

Alison scrambled to obey, bending over the wide armrest of the couch, her legs spread wide and back arched perfectly. Her pussy was soaked, the lips puffy and shining. Roman stood behind her, stroked his cock once, and drove into her tight cunt in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck!” Alison cried out, fingers clawing the leather.

Roman didn’t hold back. He gripped her hips hard and started pounding her, slamming his thick cock deep with every snap of his hips. The wet, filthy sound of skin slapping skin filled the private room. Her tight walls gripped him like a vice, milking his shaft as he ruined her.

“Harder,” Alison begged, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck me like it's your wife. Take what you aren't getting at home.”

He was surprised. Then he saw his ring glinting in the light. But that did not matter now.

Roman snarled and gave her exactly what she wanted. He fucked her harder, deeper, his balls slapping against her clit with every stroke. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles, making her moan like a bitch in heat.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take this cock. Your pussy is so much tighter than my wife’s.”

Alison’s legs started shaking. Her cunt fluttered and clenched around him as her orgasm built fast.

“I’m gonna cum— oh god, I’m cumming!” she screamed.

Her pussy spasmed violently around his cock, juices squirting down her thighs as she came hard. Roman didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through it, chasing his own release, using her body like a toy.

With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, filling her until it leaked out around his cock and dripped down her thighs.

He stayed buried deep for a long moment, breathing hard, and savoring the way her cunt continued to flutter around him.

Finally, Roman pulled out, watching with satisfaction as his cum leaked from her well-fucked hole. Alison stayed bent over, her ass up, trembling and dripping.

He zipped up, looked at her messy, satisfied body, and smirked.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Alison turned her head, eyes glassy with pleasure, and smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.”