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The city of Frankfurt lay like a glittering jewel below me as I stood on my rooftop terrace, waiting for my guests to arrive. The sun had just set, and the first stars were beginning to twinkle in the sky. I, Alexander, architect and owner of this breathtaking rooftop terrace, had prepared for the opening of my new exhibition. Old acquaintances and new friends were supposed to gather tonight to admire my latest works. But my gaze was fixed on a specific person I had known for years but never really gotten close to: Sophia, my client and one of the most famous art collectors in the city. I remembered our first meetings when I helped her design her new house. She had always been direct and self-confident, and even then I had felt drawn to her aura. But our relationship had always remained purely professional – until today.
When I saw Sophia coming up the stairs, I felt my heart beat faster and my cock grow hard in my pants. She wore a red dress that accentuated her curves, and her dark hair fell in wavy curls over her shoulders. The neckline was deep, and I could see the upper curve of her plump tits. She looked stunning, and I knew that tonight I would do everything to fuck her. I walked towards her to greet her and took her hand as I kissed her on the cheek. Her skin felt warm and soft, and I felt a wave of arousal course through my body. My cock twitched in my pants, and I had to force myself not to immediately place her hand on my hard shaft.
“Sophia, you look stunning tonight,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. She smiled, and her eyes glided over my body, lingering a moment too long on my crotch. “Alexander, you don’t look bad either. I’ve been looking forward to this evening for so long. Your artworks are always so… intense.” Her voice was a whisper that crept directly into my thoughts. I took her hand and led her to my newest sculpture, a stunning piece of marble depicting the beauty of the female form. The curves of the sculpture were soft and inviting, and I watched Sophia run her fingers over the cold surface. “This sculpture took a lot of my time,” I said, stepping closer to her. “It represents the perfect woman – strong, beautiful, and with a hidden passion.” I saw her eyes darken, and I knew she no longer saw me just as an architect. I placed my hand on her hip, and she didn’t flinch. Instead, she turned to face me, and our bodies were only inches apart. The air between us was electric, and I could feel her warm breath on my skin.
“Alexander, I want you,” she whispered, and her hand slid down my chest until it rested on my pants. She pressed gently, and I moaned softly as her fingers felt my hard cock through the fabric. “I want you too, Sophia. For so long,” I replied, taking her hand and leading her to a secluded part of the rooftop terrace. The city lay below us, and the music from the opening was just a distant hum. The stars sparkled above us, and the coolness of the night made her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her dress. I turned to face her, and our eyes met. Her lips were slightly parted, her tongue tip licking over her lower lip. I leaned forward, and our lips touched. The kiss was like a firework exploding in my body. I felt Sophia’s hands grab my hair and pull me tighter against her. Her tongue entered my mouth, and I tasted the sweet wine she had been drinking. My hands slid down her back, over the gentle curve of her ass, and I pressed her firmly against me. I felt her tits against my chest, and my cock pressed hard against her belly. “I want you so much,” she moaned into my mouth, and her hand wandered to my belt. “Then take me,” I replied, pulling her towards the wide lounger I had prepared especially for this evening.
I helped her sit on the lounger and knelt before her. My hands glided over her bare thighs that peeked out from under the red dress. Her skin was warm and soft, and I felt her tremble under my touch. “You’re so fucking hot, Sophia,” I said, slowly pushing her legs apart. Her dress rode up, and I could see she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, her labia slightly open and wet with her arousal. The sight made my cock even harder, and I felt my foreskin pull back over the glans. “I prepared myself for you,” she whispered, her hand sliding into my hair as I bent between her legs. “I knew you would fuck me tonight.” I grinned, and my tongue traced over her wet slit. She tasted salty and sweet, and I plunged my tongue deep into her. She moaned loudly and pressed my face harder against her pussy. “Yes, Alexander! Lick me!” I circled my tongue around her clit, which was hard and swollen. I sucked gently on it, and she cried out, her body arching beneath me. Her fingers clawed into my hair, and she rode my face while I licked her and her juices flowed onto my tongue. “I’m about to come,” she panted, and I felt her muscles clench around my tongue. I licked her harder until her body convulsed and a gush of her hot fluid covered my tongue and chin.
I straightened up and licked my lips. Sophia’s face was flushed, and her tits rose and fell beneath her dress. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a smile on her lips. “That was just the beginning,” I said hoarsely. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside, then opened my pants and let them fall to the floor. My cock stood stiff and hard, the glans glistening wetly in the starlight. Sophia sat up and looked at my shaft. Her hand glided over it, and she licked her lips. “Such a hot cock,” she whispered, leaning forward to take my glans into her mouth. I moaned loudly as her warm lips enveloped me. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip while her hand glided over the shaft. She took me deep into her mouth, until I hit her throat.
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