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As she took the elevator up to the penthouse suite, her heart raced with anticipation. This was it. This was where it was all gonna happen. She had been waiting for months, planning, and preparing for this moment. And now it was finally here.

The doors of the elevator opened, and she stepped out onto the plush, cream-colored carpet of the luxury apartment. The light fixtures glowed softly, casting a warm and inviting glow throughout the space. She felt her pulse quicken as she made her way to the door of his suite. She hesitated for only a moment, then pushed the front door open, stepping into a spacious, open-plan living area.

He was waiting for her, seated on a plush white sofa, a glass of wine in his hand. She marched towards him, a determined look on her face. Standing in front of him, she placed a hand on his chest, pushing him forcefully back onto the sofa. He smiled up at her, knowing precisely what was about to happen.

She lowered herself down onto his lap, straddling him with her legs around his waist. He reached up, taking hold of her hips, pulling them down against his own.

Their lips met, their tongues eagerly exploring each other’s mouths. She moaned into his mouth as he ran his hands up and down her back, his fingers tracing the outline of her spine.

As their make-out session intensified, he reached up and undid the front clasp of her bra, releasing her ample breasts. He cupped one in each hand, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

She gasped as his fingers found her nipples, pinching them gently between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled them between his fingers, watching as her breath quickened and her eyes darkened with desire.

He slipped one hand down between her thighs, feeling the dampness that had already collected there. His fingers slipped easily between her labia, rubbing her clit in small, tight circles.

She moaned, her hips grinding down against his hand. He could feel her body tensing, getting ready to come.

Just as she was on the edge of release, he stopped, taking his hand away and pushing her off his lap.

She looked at him, confused and disappointed. He simply shrugged, taking another sip of his wine.

“Come on, let’s go look at the view,” he said, standing and leading her towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.

She followed, feeling slightly dazed. Had that really just happened? And more importantly, what did he have planned next?

They stood together, looking out over the glittering skyline of the city below. The lights of other high-rise buildings flickered in the distance, and the sounds of the city – the distant honking of horns, the rumble of traffic – rose up to greet them.

As she leaned against the window, he stepped up behind her, his hands on her hips. She could feel his cock pressing against the small of her back, and her desire surged up inside her once more.

He reached around, undoing the button of her jeans, then unzipping them and sliding them down her hips. She stepped out of them, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Without a word, he pushed her up against the window, pressing his hard body against her back. She could feel him running his hands over her ass, squeezing it tightly.

Then he was inserting a finger into her pussy, sliding it in and out in a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned, pressing herself back against him, feeling his cock twitch against her ass.

As he continued to finger her, she could feel the tension building inside her once more. She writhed against him, trying to hasten her release.

Just as she wondered she couldn’t take it anymore, he stepped back, pulling his finger from her pussy. She spun around, looking at him with a mixture of anger and desire.

“What the fuck?” she muttered.

But he just laughed, pulling her in for another deep, passionate kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, and the knowledge that he had brought her to the edge of ecstasy and then pulled back was intoxicating.

They continued kissing, then began to explore each other’s bodies once more. This time, he stripped off her panties, then lowered himself down between her thighs, running his tongue over her clit.

She cried out, her fingers digging into his hair. He slid his tongue deeper into her pussy, flicking it back and forth over her G-spot.

Then, just as she was on the verge of coming again, he stopped, pulling away from her body and standing up once more.

She looked at him, feeling a mixture of frustration and arousal. “What is wrong with you?” she demanded.

But he just smiled, knowing that she was still weak with desire. As he reached down to pull off his own pants, she grinned wickedly, knowing that she was gonna get exactly what she wanted – and more.
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