Meet Cassandra, a sultry blonde bombshell with a mane of golden curls that cascades down to her waist. Her eyes, as blue as the ocean’s depths, hold a secret hunger that only a select few have ever glimpsed. Then there’s Marcus, a rugged, shaved-headed brute with a gentle touch, a man who’s seen the world and its pleasures, yet yearns for something more. Today, their worlds collide in a dance of desire and dominance.
Cassandra: (leaning back, her eyes closed, a soft moan escaping her lips) “Marcus, your hands… they’re magic.”
Marcus: (smiling, his voice a low rumble) “Just doing my job, Cassandra. But I must admit, your hair… it’s like silk.”
Cassandra: (opening her eyes, a wicked gleam in them) “And what about the rest of me, Marcus? Is it also to your liking?”
Marcus: (pausing, his gaze traveling down her body) “You know it is, Cassandra. Every inch of you is a work of art.”
Cassandra: (leaning forward, her voice a whisper) “Then why don’t you touch me, Marcus? Why don’t you make me yours?”
Marcus: (swallowing hard, his hands trembling slightly) “Cassandra, I… I can’t. You’re my client.”
Cassandra: (laughing, a sound like music) “And who said anything about rules, Marcus? I thought you were a man who lived for pleasure.”
Marcus: (his resolve crumbling, his voice hoarse) “I am, Cassandra. And I want you. More than anything.”
Cassandra: (smiling, her eyes never leaving his) “Then take me, Marcus. Make me scream your name.”
Marcus: (dropping the brush, his hands reaching for her) “With pleasure, Cassandra. With pleasure.”
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