I Nodded Yes.

I stood there, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness coursing through my veins as Harlow's gaze bore into me. The room was dimly lit, casting an alluring glow on the lush, red velvet curtains that adorned the walls. The air was heavy with the scent of desire, thickening with every passing moment.

Harlow approached me with a predatory grace, his eyes devouring every inch of my body. He held out a wad of cash, a tempting lure that pulled at my deepest desires. With a conflicted acceptance, I took the money, surrendering myself to the intoxicating possibilities that lay before me.

A wicked smile played upon Harlow's lips as he saw my compliance. "You're a brave one, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with dominance. "I hope you're ready for what's to come."

He led me to a secluded corner of the room, away from prying eyes. The walls seemed to close in around us, creating an intimate space where our forbidden desires could run wild. Harlow's grip on my wrists tightened, his touch both commanding and electrifying.

With a forceful push, he pressed me against the wall, his body flush against mine. The rough texture of the wallpaper scratched against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the silkiness of the lingerie I wore. Harlow's hungry eyes drank in the sight, savoring the vulnerability I displayed.

"You're mine now," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "And I'm going to take everything I want from you."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of fear and excitement intertwining within me. Harlow's hand reached down, deftly unzipping his pants, freeing his engorged member from its confines. It stood proudly before me, a testament to his desire and control.

Without hesitation, Harlow positioned himself behind me, his throbbing cock pressing against my eager entrance. There was no lubrication, no gentle preparation. He wanted it raw, rough, and primal. And I, lost in the depths of my own desires, craved every moment of it.

With a powerful thrust, he plunged deep inside me, stretching me to my limits. The pain mingled with pleasure, creating a symphony of sensations that washed over me. I gasped, my body arching against the wall as Harlow's relentless pace consumed me.

His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me with unbridled ****. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, a rhythmic symphony of desire. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins, igniting a fire deep within me.

Harlow's lips brushed against my ear, his voice a seductive whisper amidst the chaos. "Imagine you are your own mommy," he hissed, his words both shocking and arousing. "Her fat tits and wet folds waiting for me to fuck you hard. You wanna be your own mom and you wanna be gangbanged, don't you, slut?"

His words sparked a surge of forbidden excitement within me, pushing me further into the depths of my own depravity. I moaned in response, my body arching against him, craving more of his dominant presence.