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My Sassy 7 [ S P G ]

Author: Miss Amateur
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-31 10:03:28

Aliyah knocked on Logan’s hotel room door, her heart pounding with worry. After the chaos at the event, she'd insisted on accompanying him back to his room, wanting to make sure he was alright after being drugged. Logan opened the door, looking slightly better but still affected, his gaze hazy yet intense.

She helped him inside, guiding him toward the couch. But as she leaned in, she felt his body shift closer, his arm brushing against her back as he steadied himself. Then she felt it—a tension between them that was impossible to ignore. Logan’s gaze drifted down, his face inches from hers, his breathing slow and deliberate.

“Aliyah,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Stay. Please.”

Her body responded before her mind had the chance to reason it out. She could feel a warmth blooming within her, mirroring his intensity. She wanted to pull away, to tell him it wasn’t right, but something in her hesitated. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, raw and vulnerable, or maybe it was the way her pulse quickened in response to him.

Logan’s hand traced a light line down her arm, his touch sending shivers through her. “I need you tonight. Just…stay.”

Caught between her own restraint and an undeniable pull toward him, Aliyah hesitated, feeling the heat rise between them. She took a deep breath, searching his eyes, and, for a moment, the world outside his hotel room faded away.

As the drug took effect, Aliyah felt her inhibitions melt away, her body becoming a vessel of pure lust. Logan, equally affected, found himself drawn to Aliyah like a magnet, his body craving her touch.

They moved closer, their bodies brushing against each other in the crowded room. Aliyah's breath quickened as she felt Logan's strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths. The taste of alcohol and desire mingled as they kissed passionately, oblivious to the world around them.

As the kiss deepened, Logan's hands began to wander, caressing Aliyah's soft curves. He slid his hands under her dress, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra, setting her breasts free. Aliyah moaned softly, her nipples hardening at his touch. She returned the favor, running her hands through his hair, pulling him closer, as if their bodies were made to fit together perfectly.

They stumbled towards a nearby bedroom, their need for each other overwhelming any sense of decorum. The room spun around them as they fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desire. Aliyah's dress was hiked up, revealing her smooth, creamy thighs and a glimpse of her lacy panties. Logan's fingers traced the outline of her panties, teasing her, making her squirm with anticipation.

"I want you, Aliyah," Logan growled, his voice thick with desire. "I need to taste you, feel you around me."

Aliyah's heart raced as she heard the raw hunger in his voice. She wanted to surrender to him, to let him take control. With a swift motion, she ripped off her dress, leaving her completely naked, her body on full display. Her breasts heaved with each breath, and her pussy glistened with arousal. Logan's eyes darkened at the sight, his dick straining against his pants.

Aliyah pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist, her hands reaching for his belt. She undid it with trembling fingers, eager to release the bulge beneath. Logan's cock sprang free, thick and hard, standing proudly. Aliyah couldn't resist the urge to touch it, to feel its warmth and hardness. She stroked it gently, her fingers exploring its length, while Logan let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

"Suck me, Aliyah," he pleaded, his voice hoarse. "Take me into that hot mouth of yours."

Aliyah needed no further encouragement. She leaned down, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Logan's hips bucked as she took more of him, her mouth warm and wet around his shaft. She sucked and teased, her hand stroking the base as she deepthroated him, her throat welcoming his girth.

"Fuck, you're incredible," Logan groaned, his hands gripping the sheets. "I can't hold back much longer."

Aliyah didn't want him to hold back. She wanted to feel him lose control, to experience the raw, primal side of him. She increased her pace, bobbing her head up and down, her hand pumping in sync. Logan's cock throbbed in her mouth, and she could taste his precum, salty and intoxicating.

With a final, deep thrust, Logan came, his cock pulsating as he filled Aliyah's mouth with his hot cum. She savored the taste, swallowing every drop, her eyes never leaving his. Logan's body shuddered, and he pulled her up, kissing her fiercely, their tongues tangling in a post-orgasmic haze.

"Now it's my turn," Aliyah whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I want you inside me, Logan. I need to feel you fuck me raw."

Logan needed no further invitation. He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, revealing her glistening pussy. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing, ready to claim her. With one swift thrust, he penetrated her, filling her with a delicious fullness. Aliyah arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets, as Logan began to move, his hips pumping in a primal rhythm.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Aliyah cried out, her voice echoing in the room. "Harder, Logan! Fuck me harder!"

Logan obliged, pounding into her with abandon. The bed creaked with each thrust, and their bodies slapped together, a symphony of flesh and desire. Aliyah's pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, driving him wild. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked her, sending her closer to the edge.

"Cum for me, Aliyah," Logan growled, his voice raw. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my dick as you come."

Aliyah's body trembled as her orgasm built, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over her. Logan's fingers on her clit sent her over the edge, and she cried out, her pussy convulsing around his cock, milking him as her juices flowed. Logan felt her pussy walls contracting, and it was too much for him to bear. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her, his cum mixing with her essence, filling her to the brim.

They lay entangled, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. The night had taken them on a wild ride, a blur of passion and raw desire. As they caught their breath, Aliyah smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"That was just the beginning, Logan," she whispered. "I have so much more in store for you..."

Little did Logan know, this was only the first chapter in a night that would push the boundaries of their pleasure and explore the depths of their insatiable lust.

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