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As soon as I saw him walk into the room, I knew I was in trouble. He was wearing leather from head to toe, and his confident stride had every eye in the room fixated on him. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal wash over me as he made his way to the bar, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine as he passed by.

I tried to shake the feeling, to convince myself that I was here with my girlfriends and shouldn’t be getting involved with anyone tonight. But when he walked over and leaned into me, his warm breath tickling my ear, I knew that resistance was futile.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked, his voice low and husky. I could feel his eyes roaming over my body, drinking in every inch of me with a hungry gaze.

I nodded dumbly, unable to form coherent words as he slid his hand onto the small of my back and guided me toward the bar. The smell of leather filled my nose, and I found myself growing even more aroused as I envisioned him peeling off each piece of his tight-fitting attire.

We chatted over drinks, our conversation filled with playful banter and flirtatious innuendos. Every time he would touch me, whether it was brushing his hand against mine or leaning in close to whisper something in my ear, I felt my pulse quicken and my body respond.

When the bar closed, he led me outside and into a waiting limousine, the leather seats cool against my skin. As soon as the driver pulled away, he was on me, his lips trailing down my neck as his hands roamed over my curves. I moaned softly as he pinched my nipples through my dress, my body tensing with pleasure.

He pulled away for a moment, his eyes dark with desire as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a collar and leash. I hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes was too intense to withstand. I nodded my consent, and he fastened the collar around my neck, the cool leather sending shivers down my spine.

He led me to the back of the limo, his grip on the leash firm as he pushed me down onto the leather seat. I lay back, watching as he stripped off his leather pants, revealing a tantalizing bulge in his underwear. He climbed on top of me, his lips meeting mine in a fierce and passionate kiss.

As we kissed, he reached down and pulled my dress up, revealing my bare pussy. He teased me with his fingers, running them up and down my slick folds before sliding two inside of me. I moaned loudly as he pumped in and out, my back arching as I pushed closer to the edge of orgasm.

He could sense my impending release, and he pulled his fingers from me, leaving me panting and wanting more. He tied my hands behind my back with a leather strap before pulling down his underwear, his thick cock springing free.

He entered me with a deep and sensual thrust, the sensation of his hard flesh filling me completely. I gasped as he rocked into me, each stroke sending me closer to the edge of pleasure.

He pounded into me with increasing intensity, finally driving me over the edge as I screamed out my release. He followed shortly after, groaning as he emptied himself inside of me.

As we collapsed into a sweaty and panting heap, I knew that temptation in leather would be hard to withstand in the future. But as long as he kept giving me experiences like that, I knew I wouldn’t want to.
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