Transit, 39 (Patreon)

As Lori continued to dance on the dimly lit stage, the world around her seemed to fade, dissolving into a blur of heat and pulsing beats. She could feel every gaze anchored to her swaying body, devouring each curve, each sensuous movement, and it sent waves of electric arousal through her veins. The desire, intensified by the attention, spiraled within her, filling her with an insatiable hunger. She tossed her head back, letting her platinum blonde hair cascade down her back, revealing more of her enhanced curves and her heaving silicone-filled breasts that seemed to glisten under the neon lights.

Drawn to him as if by a force she couldn’t resist, she slipped off the stage and met him, their desire igniting instantly. Without a word, they disappeared into the dimly lit restroom, and as the door closed behind them, he pressed her against the cool wall, his hands roaming possessively over her waist, sparking every nerve. She felt his fingers slide down, hooking under the waistband of her tiny denim shorts, tugging them down her thighs. She gasped as the rough fabric slipped away, leaving her exposed beneath the tight bodysuit that hugged her body like a second skin.

With her shorts pooled around her ankles, Lori’s body pressed eagerly against the wall, her breaths shallow and her skin tingling in anticipation. Sasha moved behind her, his heat searing as he guided himself inside her, stretching her, filling her completely. She moaned, clinging to the wall as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one sending waves of pleasure radiating through her. The click of her white high-heeled boots against the floor punctuated their rhythm, adding a wicked beat to their movements.

Time seemed to vanish, the restroom walls melting away until she was only aware of his hands on her, the relentless rhythm of his cock driving into her. Her senses blurred, and when she opened her eyes again, they were no longer in the restroom. Somehow, seamlessly, they were in her hotel bedroom, Sasha still deep inside her, his body pressed against hers on the soft bed. She barely registered the transition, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her.

Now on her back, Lori’s legs were wrapped around him, the PVC of her white high-heeled boots glinting in the dim light as her heels dug into his back, urging him deeper. Each thrust made her body arch, her head tilting back, mouth parted in breathless gasps as her breasts bounced within the bodysuit’s tight embrace. She was completely lost in the pleasure, her body craving every inch of him, every movement that drove her closer to the edge.

Desire surged through her, a desperate need to intensify the feeling building inside her. With one hand, she slid her fingers down her body, her long nails grazing over her hips and lower, until her fingertips found the cool metal of her clit piercing. She gasped, the touch electrifying, as she began to rub her pierced clit, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through her. Her fingers worked in rhythm with his thrusts, heightening the sensation until she was trembling, her body responding instinctively to the mounting ecstasy.

As she played with her clit piercing, the intensity of her own touch and Sasha’s relentless rhythm pushed her closer and closer. Her hips bucked, pressing into her own fingers, her body writhing beneath him as she edged toward release. Her breath hitched, her moans growing louder, filling the room as the sensations overwhelmed her.

With a final, deep thrust, Lori’s body arched, her fingers pressing firmly against her clit as her climax surged through her like an unstoppable wave. The orgasm hit her hard, an explosion of pleasure that sent her entire body into a wild, uncontrollable tremor. Her muscles clenched around him, her cries filling the room as she surrendered completely to the overwhelming intensity. Her legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his back as the ecstasy consumed her, her breaths coming in ragged, shuddering gasps.

Her body, still adorned only with her white high-heeled boots, lay motionless in the aftermath, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, the echoes of her orgasm still reverberating through her. She barely registered the sight of herself—her flushed skin, her body glistening and bare, legs splayed, and heels still strapped to her feet—before a final, blissful sigh escaped her plump lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, and as the last remnants of pleasure faded, Lori surrendered to the darkness, passing out in the throes of her ultimate release, her body relaxing completely into an unbroken, satisfied stillness.