Fly greeted her at the door, his hand immediately gripping her waist, pulling her close. 'You look ready for trouble,' he murmured, his voice low and commanding. Taylor's blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she tilted her head up, but she let him lead her inside. The foyer opened into a lavish living room, fire crackling in the hearth despite the warm evening. He didn't waste time on small talk. His fingers tangled in her blonde hair, yanking her head back gently but firmly, exposing her neck. He leaned in and bit down, teeth grazing her skin just hard enough to make her gasp—a sharp, breathy 'Ah!' that hung in the air.
'You came here for this, didn't you?' Fly growled, his free hand sliding up her thigh, bunching the fabric of her dress. Taylor nodded, her breath quickening into soft whimpers, but she didn't speak—yet. He pushed her against the nearest wall, the cool stone contrasting the heat building between them. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, tongue thrusting deep as his body pinned her in place. She moaned into him, a low, vibrating 'Mmmph' muffled by his lips, her hands clutching his shirt, but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them above her head with one hand, holding her captive.
Fly's other hand worked quickly, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet. Underneath, she wore lace lingerie—black bra and panties that did little to hide her full breasts or the trim patch of hair between her legs. He stepped back to admire, then ripped the bra away, exposing her pink nipples already hardening in the air. 'On your knees,' he ordered, unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. Taylor sank down without protest, her eyes locked on his as he freed his thick cock, already swelling to full length—eight inches of veined hardness, the head glistening with pre-cum. A needy whine escaped her throat, high and desperate, as she anticipated what was coming.
She opened her mouth, but Fly took control, fisting her hair and guiding himself between her lips. He thrust forward, filling her mouth with his girth, the salty taste of him flooding her tongue. Taylor sucked eagerly, her cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, but Fly set the pace—slow at first, then faster, fucking her face with shallow pumps that made her gag softly, a wet, choking 'Glurk' bubbling up. Saliva dripped down her chin, mixing with the tears welling in her eyes from the intensity. 'That's it, take it all,' he grunted, his hips snapping harder. He didn't let her pull away, holding her steady until he felt the build-up, then pulled out abruptly, strings of spit connecting them. Taylor coughed, then let out a ragged moan, 'Oh god, yes,' her voice husky and broken.
He hauled her up by the arm, spinning her around to face the wall. 'Bend over,' Fly commanded, and she complied, arching her back as he yanked her panties down. Her ass cheeks parted slightly, revealing her slick pussy lips, already wet and swollen. He slapped her ass once, twice, the sharp cracks echoing in the room, leaving red handprints on her pale skin. Taylor whimpered with each strike—a rising 'Ow! Ahh!' that turned into a throaty groan as the sting melted into heat, pushing back against him. But he teased her first—rubbing the head of his cock along her folds, coating himself in her juices without entering. Her moans grew insistent, a series of breathy 'Please... mmm... fuck me' pleas spilling from her lips.
'Beg for it,' he said, his voice rough. 'Please, Fly, fuck me,' she whispered, her tone needy and edged with a desperate whine. Satisfied, he gripped her hips and slammed in, burying his cock to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Taylor cried out, a sharp 'Fuuuck!' ripping from her as her walls clenched around his thickness, stretching her wide. He didn't give her time to adjust, pulling back and pounding forward again, setting a relentless rhythm. Each slap of his balls against her clit sent jolts through her body, her breasts bouncing with every impact, drawing out escalating moans—'Ah! Ah! Yes, harder!'—that filled the room like music. Fly reached around, pinching her nipples hard, twisting until she moaned louder, a pained yet ecstatic 'Nngh! Oh shit!'
He fucked her like that for what felt like eternity—deep, punishing strokes that had her legs shaking, her vocalizations turning into a symphony of gasps and cries: short, sharp 'Hah!' on each thrust, building to longer, drawn-out 'Ooooh yes!' as pleasure coiled tight. Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex and her echoing moans. Finally, he felt her tightening, her pussy fluttering around him. 'Come for me,' he ordered, and she did, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, juices squirting down her thighs as she screamed his name—a piercing 'Fly! Fuuuuck, I'm cumming!' that reverberated off the walls. Fly followed soon after, pulling out to shoot ropes of hot cum across her back, marking her as his, his own low groan rumbling deep in his chest: 'Shit, take it.'
But Taylor wasn't done. As Fly caught his breath, leaning against the wall, she straightened up, a sly smile playing on her lips. The shift was subtle at first—her hand trailing down his chest, nails scraping lightly. 'My turn,' she said softly, her voice carrying that melodic lilt that commanded arenas. Fly chuckled, thinking it a game, but as she pushed him toward the oversized couch in the center of the room, he felt the dynamic change. She straddled his lap, her naked body pressing against his still-half-hard cock, grinding slowly to bring him back to life. A soft hum escaped her, vibrating against his skin, as she savored his growing hardness.
Taylor kissed him then—not the frantic clash from before, but a slow, teasing exploration, her tongue dancing just out of reach until he chased it, eliciting a frustrated grunt from him. Her hands roamed his body, tracing the ridges of his abs, then lower, wrapping around his shaft and stroking firmly. Fly groaned, a deep 'Mmmph' rumbling from his throat, his hands on her hips, but she batted them away. 'No touching,' she whispered, nipping his earlobe, drawing a sharp hiss from him. 'You had your fun. Now watch.'
She slid down his body, her breasts dragging along his skin, until her mouth hovered over his cock. Instead of diving in, she licked the underside from base to tip, a feather-light touch that made him twitch and moan—a low, needy 'Fuck, Taylor.' She took her time, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting the remnants of their mixed fluids, before sucking just the tip into her warm mouth. Fly's hands fisted the cushions, his body tensing as she edged him—sucking deeper, then pulling off with a pop, blowing cool air over the wet skin. His moans grew ragged: 'Ahh... please... don't stop,' interspersed with heavy breaths. Taylor ignored him, repeating the torment until he was rock-hard again, begging incoherently with whiny 'More... shit, more!'
Rising, she positioned herself over him, her pussy hovering just above his cock. She lowered slowly, inch by inch, letting him feel every ripple of her inner walls as she sank down, both of them moaning in unison—hers a satisfied 'Yesss,' his a guttural 'Oh god.' Once seated, she didn't move right away—instead, she rolled her hips in circles, grinding her clit against his pubic bone while clenching around him. Fly thrust up instinctively, but she pressed a hand to his chest, pinning him down. 'Stay still,' she commanded, her eyes locking onto his with fierce intensity, and he let out a frustrated groan, 'Nngh, you're killing me.'
Taylor rode him then, setting a pace that was all her own—slow rises and falls at first, her breasts swaying hypnotically, drawing breathy 'Mmm' hums from her lips, then faster, her ass slapping against his thighs. She leaned forward, capturing a nipple between her teeth and biting down, making him hiss in pleasure-pain—a sharp 'Ah! Fuck!'—while her own moan vibrated against his skin. Her nails raked down his sides, leaving red trails, as she bounced harder, her pussy gripping him like a vice. Fly's control slipped; he was at her mercy, hips bucking futilely against her command, his moans turning desperate: 'Taylor... please... let me...'
She came first this time, throwing her head back as her orgasm ripped through her, walls pulsing around his cock, milking him without mercy, her cry a melodic wail: 'Yes! Oh fuck, yes! I'm cumming!' But Taylor didn't stop. She dismounted, pushing him flat on the couch, and climbed up to straddle his face. 'Eat me,' she ordered, lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth. Fly obeyed, tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her clit with broad strokes. She ground against him, using his face for her pleasure, her hands in his hair pulling him closer, moans spilling freely: 'Mmm, right there... ahh, deeper!' Juices smeared across his lips and chin as she rode his tongue to another peak, her thighs quivering around his head, culminating in a shuddering 'Fuuuuck, yes!'
When she finally lifted off, Taylor's dominance was absolute. She flipped him onto his stomach, her surprisingly strong hands—honed from stage performances—spreading his legs. Fly tensed, surprised, but the arousal kept him pliant, a curious groan escaping him. She reached for lube from a nearby table (the mansion's discreet amenities), slicking her fingers before pressing one against his ass. 'Relax,' she murmured, circling the tight ring before pushing in. Fly groaned, the intrusion foreign but electrifying—a deep 'Oh shit... ahh'—as she worked him open, adding a second finger, scissoring gently, his moans shifting to breathy 'Mmm... yeah, like that.'
Satisfied, Taylor positioned herself behind him, but instead, she grabbed a strap-on from the same drawer—thick and black, ready for use. She lubed it up, then eased the tip into him, inch by inch. Fly pushed back, the fullness making him grunt—a rough 'Nngh!'—but the prostate pressure sent sparks up his spine, turning into a low moan: 'Fuck... deeper.' Taylor thrust slowly at first, building speed, her hips snapping forward as she fucked him from behind. One hand reached around to stroke his cock in time with her movements, the dual sensation overwhelming, his vocalizations a mix of grunts and pleas: 'Ah! Yes... harder, Taylor!'
'Come for me now,' she demanded, and he did, spilling over her hand with a guttural moan, 'Shit, I'm cumming! Fuuuuck!' his body shuddering. Taylor kept going until she ground the base of the strap against her own clit, chasing her release while buried deep in him, her moans rising: 'Mmm, take it... oh god, yes!' Her orgasm hit hard, cries echoing off the mansion walls—a triumphant 'Yesss!'
They collapsed together, bodies entwined on the couch, sweat-soaked and spent, breaths mingling in soft pants. But the night was young. Taylor led him upstairs to the master bedroom, a vast space with a king-sized bed overlooking the city lights. She pushed him onto the silk sheets, climbing over him once more. This time, she tied his wrists to the headboard with silk scarves from the nightstand, her knots firm and unyielding. 'You're mine tonight,' she said, her voice husky. Fly tested the bonds, a thrill running through him at his helplessness, moaning softly in anticipation: 'Mmm, do your worst.'
Taylor straddled his chest, sliding up until her pussy rested against his mouth again. She rocked slowly, letting him lick and suck as she pleased, her hands tweaking her own nipples, drawing out breathy 'Ahh... good boy' praises mixed with her own rising moans. When she was dripping wet, she moved down, impaling herself on his cock once more. This ride was torturous—long, deep strokes where she lifted almost off him before slamming down, her inner muscles squeezing rhythmically, both moaning in sync: her 'Ooooh,' his 'Fuck, so tight!'
She untied one hand midway, guiding it to her ass. 'Finger me,' she instructed, and Fly did, sliding a digit into her tight hole as she rode him. The added fullness made her moan louder—a sultry 'Yes! Deeper!'—her pace quickening. Taylor leaned back, bracing on his thighs, giving him a view of his cock disappearing into her pussy, her ass clenching around his finger. She added her own hand, rubbing her clit furiously until she squirted again, soaking his groin, her scream a wild 'Fuuuuck, cumming so hard!'
Fly was close, but Taylor slowed, edging him mercilessly. 'Not yet,' she teased, pulling off and flipping around into a 69 position. She sucked his cock deep into her throat, gagging herself on it while presenting her ass and pussy to his mouth. He devoured her, tongue alternating between holes, as she deep-throated him, her nose pressing against his balls, muffled moans vibrating around him: 'Mmmph... tastes so good.' The mutual assault built them both higher, but she controlled the release, humming vibrations around him until he begged with whiny 'Please... let me cum!'
Finally, she remounted, facing away this time, reverse cowgirl style. Her ass bounced as she fucked him hard, reaching back to spread her cheeks, inviting his gaze. Fly thrust up as best he could, but it was her show, his moans desperate: 'Ahh! Taylor... fuck!' She came with a wail, pussy convulsing—a high-pitched 'Yes! Oh my god!'—and only then did she grind down, letting him fill her with his cum, pulse after pulse, his release drawn out in a long 'Fuuuuck, yes!'
They lay there afterward, breaths mingling in contented sighs, but Taylor's energy persisted. She fetched ice from the mini-bar, trailing cubes over his sensitive skin—down his chest, circling his nipples, then lower to his spent cock. The cold made him harden again, impossibly, eliciting a surprised 'Ahh! Cold... but fuck, good.' She pushed him onto his back, mounting his face once more, but this time with ice in hand. As he licked her warm pussy, she rubbed the melting cube along his shaft, the contrast making him buck and moan into her: 'Mmmph!'
Taylor slid down, taking him inside her cold-tightened pussy, the sensation exquisite. She rode him with abandon, the ice forgotten as heat built, her moans commanding: 'Take it... ahh, fill me up!' Her dominance peaked here—slapping his chest lightly, pulling his hair, commanding every moan from him: 'Louder... let me hear you!' Fly surrendered fully, his body hers to command, groaning 'Yes... anything!' When they came together, it was explosive, her nails digging into his shoulders as cum leaked from her onto the sheets, their shared cries blending: 'Fuuuuck!' and 'Cumming!'
As dawn crept in, they moved to the balcony, the city sprawling below. Taylor bent over the railing, inviting him one last time, but even then, she dictated—'Slow, deep, make me feel every inch.' Fly complied, thrusting languidly as the sun rose, her moans carrying on the breeze: soft 'Mmm... yes, just like that,' building to a final 'Oh god, don't stop!' She reached back, fingering her clit, controlling the pace until she shattered, pulling him over the edge with her—a climactic 'Fly! Yes!' that echoed into the morning.
In the mansion's embrace, their night of shifting power ended, bodies marked and sated, the memory of dominance exchanged lingering like the scent of sex and their mingled moans in the air.
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