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Klaus pushed open the door to his apartment, frowning as he noticed it wasn't locked. A pang of worry ran through him – he was sure he had turned the key this morning. He entered carefully, turning on the living room light, and his heart skipped a beat. There, in the center of the room, stood Léana, dressed in scarlet red lingerie that hugged her generous curves like a second skin. The transparent fabric revealed the hardened tips of her breasts, and the tiny panties emphasized the roundness of her hips, falling low on her flat stomach. Her hair fell in wild curls over her shoulders, and her bright red lips wore a sensual smile, full of promise. Klaus widened his eyes, frozen in place, his pulse suddenly accelerating at this mesmerizing vision.
- Are you still angry? Léana whispered in a hoarse, velvety voice, advancing towards him with deliberate slowness, her hips undulating like a hypnotic dance.
Each step made her breasts ripple under the lace, and Klaus felt a treacherous heat rising within him. She moved closer until their bodies brushed against each other, her sweet scent – vanilla and desire – enveloping him like a trap. Without giving him time to respond, she placed her lips on his, a gentle kiss at first, then more pressing. Klaus stood still for a moment, fighting the rush of sensations, but his body reacted before his mind. He pulled her violently against him, his strong hands gripping her round, firm buttocks, kneading them with raw possessiveness.
- Aaah... Klaus... Léana moaned against his mouth, her body arching against his, already feeling the growing hardness under his pants.
Encouraged, she slipped her fingers under his shirt, feverishly unbuttoning it, revealing his muscular, tattooed torso. Klaus lifted her in one fluid motion, his strong arms carrying her as if she weighed nothing. Leana wrapped her legs around his waist, her thighs squeezing his hips, as their lips sealed once again in a ravenous kiss, tongues intertwined in a passionate duel. He carried her to the bedroom, almost tripping with the urgency, and placed her on the bed. But Léana, her eyes shining with desire, pushed him back. Klaus fell onto the mattress, surprised, and looked at her, captivated, as she held his gaze with a mischievous smile.
She began to undress sensually, her hands sliding down her body to unclasp her bra, freeing her heavy, firm breasts, with their pink nipples hardened with arousal. Then, she slid her panties down her thighs, revealing her shaved and already glistening wet interior. Naked, she climbed astride him, her knees on either side of his hips, and began slow thrusting, rubbing her bare pelvis against the growing bulge under his jeans.
- Humm... Aaah... Aaaah... Klaus moaned hoarsely, eyes half-closed, feeling his excitement skyrocket, his member hardening painfully against the fabric.
*Léana, you see? There was no need to panic... I knew his fantasies were fleeting. Who would fall in love with someone who could be his own mother's age, when he can have all the sexy bodies of young girls his age he wants?* she thought, biting her lower lip as she sped up her movements, her clit rubbing against the rough fabric of his pants.
- Um... Aah... Aah... Klaus groaned, turning his head from left to right, as if fighting against the waves of pleasure that overwhelmed him, his hands gripping Léana's hips to guide his undulations.
Léana was in heaven, seeing the tortured and excited expression on his face, which made her wet even more abundantly. The friction against her jeans soaked the fabric with her love juice, and she felt the massive bulge pulsing beneath her, increasing her own desire to a feverish level. Suddenly, a mist invades Klaus's mind, like a disturbing illusion, flashes of Katrina superimposed on Léana.
- Aaah... Aaah... Aaaah... he moaned louder, his eyelids closed.
*Oh... Yes... That's it... Klaus... Want me... Want me more...* thought Léana, panting, speeding up again.
- Aah... Aaah... Aaah... Ka... Hum... Ahhh... Katrina... Klaus screamed in pleasure, his body arching involuntarily.
Hearing Katrina's name, Léana froze, her heart clenching like a fist. Klaus, feeling the change, raised himself slightly on his elbows, confused. Their eyes met, and he understood his mistake, a wave of embarrassment and regret washing over him. He lowered his head, hesitant:
- Of... Sorry... I don't know what came over me...
But Léana put a finger on his lips, silencing him with a forced smile, masking his pain.
- Shhhh... It's nothing, mistakes happen, she whispered in a trembling voice, before kissing him again, trying to rekindle the flame.