The night with Paulo.

"Well," Nikki began, her voice low and sultry, "let's just say that Paulo was very... eager to get to know me better." Her fingers traced the rim of the wine bottle, a subtle gesture that betrayed her thoughts. "We were both at the studio, he was the photographer and I was the model. He was so professional at first, all business, but then..." She paused, her eyes glazing over slightly as she recalled the memory. "He asked me to stay late, said he wanted to experiment with some new lighting. And I did, because, well, I trust my instincts."

Nikki's gaze met Bianca's, holding it for a long moment before looking away. "But then, once we were alone, he just... lost it. He ripped off my clothes, and I mean, literally ripped." She gestured dramatically, mimicking a tearing motion. "My top, my bra, my pants... all gone. And there I was, standing in my underwear, and he just... devoured me with his eyes."

Her fingers reached out, gently brushing against Bianca's hand in a gesture of comfort. "He was so intense, so hungry for me, that I almost felt scared. But it was so hot, you know?" Nikki's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, her lips curving into a wry smile.

Bianca listened intently to Nikki's story, her eyes wide with fascination. As Nikki's fingers gently brushed against her throat, Bianca shivered slightly, her breath catching in her chest. The touch was light, almost teasing, and Bianca found herself leaning into it, drawn in by the intensity of Nikki's gaze.

"He grabbed me like this," Nikki continued, her fingers tightening ever so slightly around Bianca's throat, "and stared into my eyes. His grip was firm, controlling, and he asked me if I wanted this - wanted him. And all I could do was nod."

Nikki's words hung in the air, a tantalizing glimpse into the world of unfiltered desire. The scene she painted was vivid, almost cinematic - the photographer's intense gaze, the feeling of his hands gripping her throat, the rush of adrenaline that came with giving in to her deepest, darkest urges.

Bianca's heart raced as she imagined herself in Nikki's place, her own throat constriction under the forceful grip of a stranger. The thought was both terrifying and thrilling, a heady mix of fear and excitement that sent a shiver down her spine.

"And then he pulled down his pants and his cock was so big and thick. I'd seen big before but his was perfect."

Nikki's words hung in the air, a tantalizing glimpse into the world of unfiltered desire. The scene she painted was vivid, almost cinematic - the photographer's intense gaze, the feeling of his hands gripping her throat, the rush of adrenaline that came with giving in to her deepest, darkest urges.

Bianca's eyes widened at Nikki's description, a mix of shock and intrigue dancing across her features. The idea of a man's cock being so large and thick was both foreign and intriguing to her. She leaned in slightly, her curiosity piqued.

"Oh god," Bianca whispered, her voice a soft, probing sound. The single syllable carried a weight of curiosity, a silent invitation for Nikki to elaborate.

Nikki's lips curved into a wry smile, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "Yeah, it was like... I don't know, like a pillar of meat, you know?" she continued, her voice low and sultry. "It was so much to take in at once, but I couldn't help but want it. I couldn't help but want him."

Bianca lightly pressed her thighs together as she felt herself getting wet. Nikki continued on, "Then he grabbed me by my waist, turned me around and pulled my panties down and somehow fit it all in me in a single stroke."

Nikki's words hung in the air, a vivid and tantalizing description of the photographer's boldness and skill. The image she painted was raw, unfiltered, and filled with a primal energy that sent shivers down Bianca's spine.

Bianca's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding against her chest. The idea of such a powerful, dominant man taking control and filling her so completely was both terrifying and thrilling. She could feel a warmth building between her legs, a dampness that spoke of her growing arousal.

Nikki's gaze met Bianca's, holding it for a long moment before looking away. A blush crept across her cheeks, a silent acknowledgment of the intensity of the scene they were painting. "I couldn't believe how he just... took me," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their own breathing.

Bianca swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Nikki's hand, seeking a connection, a reassurance that this was all just a fantasy, a shared moment of escapism.

"And then he started to move," Nikki continued, her voice low and husky. "He was so deep inside me, stretching me in ways I'd never experienced before. He grabbed my hips, pulling me back onto him with each thrust, making sure I felt every inch of his thick, hard cock."

Bianca's breath hitched in her throat, her mind reeling with the vivid imagery Nikki's words painted. She could almost feel the pressure, the sheer fullness of being so completely filled, so thoroughly claimed. The idea was both terrifying and thrilling, a heady mix of fear and excitement that sent a shiver down her spine.

Nikki's eyes met Bianca's, a knowing glint in their depths. "He was so powerful, so dominant," she whispered, her voice a soft murmur. "He took control of my body, my mind, my very soul. And I let him. I wanted him to consume me, to own me completely."

Bianca's heart raced, her skin flushed with heat. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, a physical manifestation of her growing arousal. The fantasy was intoxicating, a forbidden escape from the mundane world she knew.

"And then... he came," Nikki continued, her voice barely audible. "He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he thrust deep inside me. His cock swelled, throbbing against my walls as he filled me with his hot, thick seed."

Bianca felt overwhelmed by the thought of the story, she wanted that. Her thighs pressed together tightly as Nikki leaned closer to tell her more.

Nikki's lips curved into a sultry smile, her eyes darkening with a hunger that sent shivers down Bianca's spine. "Oh, the things he did to me..." she whispered, her voice low and seductive. "He'd grab my ass, squeeze it like he owned it. And he did. He made me feel so small, so powerless, yet so desired."

Bianca's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding against her chest. The image Nikki painted was vivid, almost tangible - the feeling of being grabbed, of being owned, of being reduced to nothing more than a plaything for his pleasure.

"He was a man who knew what he wanted," Nikki whispered, her voice a soft caress. "And he took it."

Nikki suddenly leaned in and captured Bianca's lips in her own. Bianca moaned in surprise, her eyes widening as she felt Nikki's soft, plump lips press against her own. The kiss was electric, a surge of desire that sent shockwaves through Bianca's body.