4 Jan 2024 at 10:55AM

Angela:
Mr. Lucky was a young and ambitious gangster. He had always been captivated by the raw and dangerous world of the criminal underworld. As he carved his path to notoriety, he found himself irresistibly drawn to me as a stunning and alluring prostitute with a tantalizing combination of confidence and vulnerability.

Our first encounter was truly touching. The dimly lit room was filled with the heady scent of desire as our eyes locked, silently conveying our shared hunger. Without restraint, Mr. Lucky boldly complimented my voluptuous breasts, unable to resist my mesmerizing allure.

With his hungry gaze, he gently reached out and cupped my breasts, feeling the weight and softness in his hands. The heat between us intensified as his thumb and forefinger circled my erect nipples, teasing and stimulating my senses. He revelled in the silky texture of my skin, the delicate contours of my arcola, and the sweet anticipation throbbing between us.

Our lusts sparked a dance of passion as Mr. Lucky leaned down, his lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He trailed kisses along my collarbone, his tongue flicking lightly along my carlobe, building a symphony of pleasure. Each touch was intended to ignite the fire within me.

As the air crackled with anticipation, Mr. Lucky skillfully alternated between caressing my breasts and exploring my erogenous zones, leaving my craving for more. His fingers danced along the...