We watched in silence for a while, the movie’s dialogue quiet, Elizabeth’s cigarette smoke swirling in the air as she exhaled slowly, her naked thigh brushing mine.
*Clank* Then the screen shifted, the scene turning intense as the male lead grabbed a belt, his eyes dark with dominance. He swung it hard, the leather cracking against his partner’s ass, the sound sharp and commanding.
"Ahhh!! Ahhhhh!" the woman scread, her voice raw, her body arching with each hit, the scene unapologetically extre.
"Hell yeah..." Elizabeth said, smirking, her voice low and sultry as she leaned forward slightly, her eyes glued to the screen.
"Hit that bitch harder." Her tone was playful but edged with excitent, her cigarette dangling between her fingers as she took another drag, the smoke curling around her.
I shifted in my seat, my cheeks flushing, my cock twitching at the raw intensity of the scene.
"Damn..." I muttered, my voice low. I’d done BDSM before, explored that side in brothel, but this scene was next-level, the belt’s crack and the woman’s screams pushing boundaries even I hadn’t touched. It was hot, no question, but it stirred a mix of awe and unease in .
Elizabeth glanced at , her smirk widening as she caught the look on my face. "I’d love to have that soti," she said, her voice teasing, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned closer, her naked shoulder brushing mine. "You think you could handle like that, Ezra?"
I laughed, shaking my head, trying to play it cool despite the heat rising in . "I’m not surprised, knowing how wild you are," I said, my voice light but my heart racing, her boldness pulling in even as Aeri’s face flashed in my mind.
Elizabeth’s eyes flicked down to my lap, her smirk growing as she noticed my hardening cock. "You saying that, even though your dick’s all hard just watching that dominance," she teased, her left hand reaching over, stroking my cock slowly, her fingers firm but playful, sending a jolt through my body.
I grinned, my cheeks flushing hotter, my breath catching at her touch. "Can’t help it, I’m afraid," I said, my voice shaky but teasing, leaning back in the seat, the leather creaking under as her hand worked my dick, the movie’s intensity amplifying the fire between us.
She laughed, taking a drag of her cigarette, the smoke curling as she exhaled, her eyes locked on mine.
"Hehe, then at least admit the scene’s hot," she said, pulling her hand back, her fingers brushing my thigh as she leaned back, her naked body bold and unapologetic in the dim light.
"Alright, alright, it was hot," I said, throwing my hands up in mock surrender, a grin spreading across my lips. "Don’t punish , Mommy!" I teased, my voice playful, leaning closer to nudge her shoulder, the movie’s screams echoing in the background.
Elizabeth burst out laughing, her voice bright and infectious, her big boobs jiggling slightly as she shook her head.
"Hehe, you’re a funny guy, Ezra," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusent. She took one last drag of her cigarette, then leaned forward, pressing it into the ashtray on the armrest with a soft *hiss*, closing the lid with a faint click.
I shrugged, exhaling a soft breath, a small grin tugging at my lips as I tried to shake off the playful banter from before. "Just got carried away with the montum," I said, my voice light but honest, knowing I wasn’t usually one for bold jokes or diving into the kind of teasing Elizabeth thrived on.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning as she leaned closer, her naked shoulder brushing mine.
"Oh, is that so?" she asked, her voice teasing, her eyes glinting with mischief. "So I can carry your montum too, huh?" She tilted her head, her dark hair spilling over her shoulder, her tone daring to keep up with her energy.
I chuckled, my cheeks flushing slightly as I t her gaze, my heart racing at her boldness.]
"Depends on the timing," I said, smiling, my voice playful but steady, leaning back in the seat, the leather creaking under . "You’re a lot to keep up with, you know."
"Hmmmm..." Elizabeth humd, leaning forward, her elbow resting on the armrest, her naked body relaxed but commanding in the dim light. She turned to , her expression shifting, her eyes narrowing slightly with a sudden seriousness. "Tell , Ezra," she said, her voice firm but curious, "do you have a girlfriend?"
I blinked, caught off guard, my mouth opening slightly as I processed the question.
"Ehh..." I said, my voice faltering, a confused laugh escaping as I shifted in my seat. "Where’d that co from all of a sudden?" My heart skipped a beat, Aeri’s face flashing in my mind—her smile, her warmth, the sting of her rejection—and I felt a pang of guilt, my nakedness suddenly stark under Elizabeth’s gaze.
She shrugged, her smirk softening, but her eyes stayed locked on mine, searching. "Just asking," she said, her voice casual but pointed. "You’re handso, tall, and clearly know how to satisfy a woman." Her gaze flicked down my body, a teasing glint returning as she leaned back, her big boobs shifting slightly. "Plus, you probably make good money working at a high-end brothel like that."
I laughed, a nervous edge to my voice, my fingers fidgeting on my thigh as I shook my head. "Working at a brothel’s not exactly a flex," I said, my tone sarcastic, my mind racing with mories of dodging Aeri’s questions, lying about my job at a website developnt agency to keep my late nights a secret. "I have to keep it hidden from everyone personal. It’s not sothing you brag about."
Elizabeth nodded, her expression thoughtful, her eyes softening as she took a sip from a glass of water on the armrest, the ice clinking faintly. "Yeah, that’s understandable," she said, her voice quieter now, giving it so thought. "Must be tough, keeping that part of your life under wraps."
"Yep," I said, forcing a laugh, my voice laced with sarcasm as I leaned back, the leather cool against my skin. "Not easy staying out all night, coming up with excuses. I’ve saved my ass from getting busted more tis than I can count." My mind flashed to Aeri again, the way she’d look at with those curious eyes, the lies I’d spun to keep her from knowing the truth.
Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed again, her tone turning serious once more as she leaned closer, her naked thigh brushing mine.
"So, do you have a girlfriend? Yes or no?" she asked, her voice firm, cutting through the playful haze, her gaze pinning in place.
I gulped, my mouth opening, my heart pounding as I fumbled for an answer. Aeri’s face lood larger now—her laughter, her warmth, the pain of her pushing away—and the guilt surged, mixing with the heat of the mont with Elizabeth.
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