negotations

You can feel the tension in the room as you take a seat at the table. The gang leader eyes you and your partner warily, but you try to stay calm and composed.

As the conversation continues, you notice that the leader keeps glancing down at his crotch. You follow his gaze and see a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Feeling bold, you lean forward and lock eyes with him. "I couldn't help but notice that you seem a bit tense," you say, your voice low and sultry.

The gang leader looks surprised but intrigued. "What do you mean?" he asks.

You smile slyly and reach over to stroke his thigh, inching closer to his growing bulge. "I think I can help you with that," you say, your fingers tracing the outline of his growing member.

He leans back in his chair, his eyes closed, and lets out a low moan. "Oh, baby," he says, his voice thick with desire. "You know just what I need."

You reach over and unzip his pants, pulling out his large trouser snake. You wrap your hand around it and begin to stroke it, feeling it grow harder in your hand.

The gang leader moans again, his eyes rolling back in his head. "That feels so good," he says, his breathing becoming heavier.

You continue to stroke him, your eyes locked with his. "You like that, don't you?" you say, your voice husky.

He nods, his eyes still closed, lost in pleasure. "Yes," he says, his voice barely a whisper. "Don't stop."

Suddenly you stop looking at him and say, "Well, I think we can use something from you before I can continue. Do you agree to the terms of our deal for us to be your supplier."

You can feel his eyes on you as you pull away, breaking the spell of pleasure between the two of you. You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

"I agree to the terms," he says, his voice steady despite the situation.

You nod.

The gang leader grins, his hand reaching for your thigh. "Good," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "But I want something from you first."

You look at him, unsure of what he's asking for. "What do you mean?" you ask.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to feel that tight little hole of yours wrapped around my cock," he says, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you're willing to go that far. But then you remember your partner's words, about doing whatever it takes to seal the deal.

You nod, your eyes locked with his. "Okay," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Let's do it."

The gang leader grins, his hand reaching down to stroke his cock. "Good girl," he says, guiding you onto the table and positioning himself at your entrance.

As he enters you, you gasp, the pleasure mingling with a twinge of pain. But you **** yourself to relax, letting him slide deeper and deeper inside you.

He starts to thrust, his movements rough and urgent. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the pleasure, but you can't shake the feeling of fear and vulnerability.

But then you feel your partner's hand on your back, his voice in your ear. "You're doing great, baby," he says. "Just focus on the pleasure."