City lights pulse below the rooftop. Wind whips my skirt. Daytime me: sharp-suited lawyer, crushing cases in glass towers. Night falls. Mask cracks. Pulse races. I spot him—tall, cocky, lurking in shadows. Eyes lock. Adrenaline surges. I stride over, heels clicking like gunfire.
He smirks. I grab his collar. Pull him close. ‘You want this?’ My voice steel. He nods, hard already. I shove him against the ledge. City hums electric. Heart pounds. Mutation hits. No more polished facade. Beast awakens. I inhale deep—his scent mixes with night air. Power floods me. Independent queen turns feral.
The Mutation
I kick off heels. Press foot to his chest. He groans. ‘I get so fucking hard from the smell of your feet.’ His words crude, perfect. I grind toes into his face. Musky, real. He laps like starved. My pussy throbs. Control mine. Total.
Skirt hikes. No panties—rule of mine. Wet since courtroom win. Drips down thighs. ‘Feel that juice running between my legs? What a waste.’ I smear it on his lips. He sucks greedy. Hmmm! Miam! Tongue dives. I arch, city vertigo below.
Fingers tangle in my hair—mine, not his. I yank his head back. Expose throat. Bi curiosities flicker, but tonight? He’s prey. No prejudices. Just raw need.
We rise in unison. Like synchronized killers. Bodies clash. I grab his balls. Squeeze hard. ‘Haaaaaaa!!!’ He yelps. Pain-pleasure twist. I own him.
Drag him by cock to shadowed lounge corner. Hidden from streets. Luxury cushions wait. He stumbles. ‘Haaaa! Haaaaaaaa!’ Whimpers fuel me.
The Exploit
Lights flicker distant. I shove him down. Straddle. Tower over. ‘Bigger cock to fuck you better?’ He begs. I laugh. ‘Brought my sumo buddy Marcel.’ Joke lands dark. He throbs harder.
Hear my pussy soaked. Walking? Sloup! Sloup! I grind on his thigh. Wet slaps echo. Grab tits. Pinch nipples hard. Pull. Knead brutal. Meeeeuuuuhhh! My moan bovine, primal.
Signal him closer. He crawls knees scraping concrete. Pathetic. Perfect. Fellatio from the backwoods—grandma style? No. I force his mouth deep. Throat fucks him.
The Exploit
Scepter out—my power. Flattens fleshy lips. Gland teases clit. Thrusts in smooth. No resistance. Porthos charge. South virility crashes North submission.
He cums fast. First time. Banal? Bullshit. Explosive. I ride harder. Orgasms chain—faster, tighter. Car accelerating? No. My engine.
Fingers plunge. Two. Four. Fist. Dilated wide. He bucks wild. Bovine inseminator grip. Basin slams. Pails my juices.
Champagne bottle—popped, shaken. Formula 1 spray. Shove neck in pussy. Fizz floods. I squirt oceans. He drowns drinking. Cyprine tsunami. Face soaked. I collapse laughing. No vodka chase needed.
Anal turn. Virgin? ‘Nah, Africa stretched me good. Big black cocks.’ His eyes bulge. I impale reverse. Dilated heaven. Weeks of this? Pipes, licks, teeth-brushing sodomies.
Balls slap. Grip flanks. Va-et-vient frenzy. Savanna rut. He unloads endless. Griffe bourses. Bestial roar.
The Ombre
Dawn creeps. Cum dries sticky. I stand. Wipe. Dress crisp. He pants wrecked. Secret sealed.
Elevator down. Mirror reflects: poised attorney. Stronger now. Secret burns inside—mightier than any verdict. City wakes oblivious. I stride streets, pussy still pulsing. Power eternal. Night’s queen, day’s conqueror.