You let yourself in

She waves you over with her free hand, her fingers slick and shining. Snapping out of your daze, you cross the room toward the bed, unbuckling your belt and hastily throwing off your tunic. You strip down until you're named, excited as you ready your cock for insertion. Climbing onto the mattress, you settle between her thighs, kneeling over her.

​She calls out to you again, wriggling her hips slightly. Whether she's merely in a hurry to finish the job or genuinely aroused by the situation, you don't care to guess. You align yourself and thrust straight into her pussy.

​Her damp heat grips your shaft instantly. She is already thoroughly wet, a true professional. Sliding all the way in, you settle into a heavy, rhythmic missionary position. The tight, wet warmth feels incredible around your cock as you pull back and drive in again. She isn't the tightest fit you've ever experienced, but she compensates with absolute mastery, squeezing her inner muscles around your length and gyrating her hips to meet every drive. Base pleasure tingles along your spine.

​Planting one hand on the wooden headboard for leverage, you reach down with the other, capturing her soft breast and rolling her dark nipple between your thumb and forefinger. She tilts her head back against the pillow, letting out a soft, breathy moan.

​The sound whets your appetite. You begin to thrust harder and more viciously. She takes every brutal pound without flinching, arching her back to swallow every inch you give her.

​Leaning forward, your face stays only inches from hers. You keep your cock buried at least a third of the way in at all times, firing deep into her well-lubricated pussy. She wraps one arm across your bare back and hooks the other over your neck, holding you close as you breathe heavily against her collarbone. Animalistic lust takes complete hold. You pump furiously into the experienced courtesan, the sheer physical intensity pushing you rapidly toward the edge. It hasn't been long, but she is a hired bedwarmer, not a courtly lady you need to woo with patience.

​You slam into her, a low growl escapes your throat. She gasps, her fingernails digging sharp paths into the skin of your back. You don't care; the light, searing pain only sharpens the sensation.