The dim glow of the city lights filtered through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft stripes across the luxurious hotel suite. Runa Anzai stood by the window, her silhouette flawless in the fading dusk. Dressed in a tight, black lace dress that hugged every curve of her toned, petite frame, she knew exactly the effect she had on men. Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back, and her deep, almond eyes shimmered with mischief. Tonight wasn’t about romance — it was about pure, unfiltered lust.
He entered the room silently, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a tailored suit, his eyes locking onto hers the moment the door clicked shut. No words. Just heat. The kind that builds in silence, thick and electric, before erupting into something uncontrollable. Runa didn’t flinch. Instead, she smirked, slowly stepping toward him, her heels clicking like a countdown.
“You came,” she whispered, her voice low, sultry, laced with promise.
He didn’t answer. Just reached out, fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her in for a deep, devouring kiss. Her lips parted willingly, tongue dancing with his in a rhythm that spoke of hunger, not tenderness. She could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her thigh, hard and insistent. Good. He was already desperate.
Breaking the kiss, Runa dropped to her knees with effortless grace. Her fingers moved to his belt, unfastening it with practiced ease. The zipper came down slowly, teasingly, as she locked eyes with him — a predator staring down its prey. Then, with a single, fluid motion, she freed his cock — thick, heavy, already dripping at the tip.
A soft moan escaped her lips. “Naughty,” she purred, wrapping her hand around the shaft and giving it a slow stroke. “But I like it.”
She leaned forward, her warm breath ghosting over the swollen head before her tongue flicked out, tasting him — salty, musky, intoxicating. He groaned above her, fingers tightening in her hair. But she wasn’t done teasing.
Runa took her time, swirling her tongue around the crown, dragging it down the vein, then back up to catch a bead of pre-cum. Her lips stretched wide as she took him deeper, inch by inch, until her nose brushed against his abs. Her cheeks hollowed with suction as she bobbed her head, setting a relentless pace. Every movement was deliberate, designed to drive him wild.
He bucked forward, hips thrusting, but she held firm, throat opening to take him deeper. Gagging slightly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t stop. No, this was her game. Her control.
“Fuck… Runa…” he choked out, his voice rough, trembling.
She pulled off with a slick pop, smirking up at him. “You like that, don’t you? My mouth feels so good on your cock.”
Before he could answer, she plunged back down, taking him to the root. Her hand worked the base in tight, twisting motions, matching the rhythm of her mouth. Saliva dripped down her chin, her breath coming in short, hot gasps through her nose. She was drowning in him — and loving every second.
Then, without warning, she stood, spinning him around and pushing him onto the bed. She climbed over him, straddling his thighs, her pussy glistening just inches from his face.
“Your turn,” she whispered, lowering herself onto his mouth as she leaned down to swallow his cock once more.
The room filled with the wet sounds of pleasure — moans, slurps, skin on skin. Runa was in control, riding his tongue while deepthroating him like a woman possessed. This wasn’t just a blowjob. It was a performance. A domination. A fantasy brought to life.
And the best part?
It was only the beginning.
