You have finally left work after a long and exhausting day where you had to do overtime due to the imminent work that there was, but you have finally finished and now that it is night your truck no longer passes so you have to walk.

During the course of your walk you can see that at that time there are many workers and street workers around the place, which makes you be careful to avoid any problems, and while you were walking you can feel some heat despite the cold that there is at night, so you take off your jacket and leave your marked and muscular arms exposed to cool off.

So after a while unexpectedly something happens, right next to the sidewalk on which you were walking a strange car appears and shines its lights at you and then parks briefly on the side, you really don't know what it is or what happens, but then the car window goes down and you can see a mature woman driving with a rather provocative appearance and a beautiful face.

"Hey handsome, you look very tasty... I want a piece... You, my gallant, get in my car and I promise I'll pay you very well for your service..."

The strange woman in the car has mistaken you for a street worker and thinks you are one, probably because of the place you are in and because of your striking and muscular appearance, although you can't deny that the woman really is very sexy because of the way her bra is visible outside her camisole, you are about to tell the milf that it is a misunderstanding and that you are not what she thinks, however out of nowhere the woman takes out a wad of bills and shows it to you, it looks very striking and catches your attention, on the one hand seeing it this way you can get easy money with this woman if you can give her an intimate service, but on the other hand you really feel tired and you don't know the woman exactly, the question that is going around in your head now is Should you clarify the situation with the woman or should you take advantage of it?

The woman seems surprised and pleased by your reaction. She smiles devilishly as she puts the wad of bills away and pats her lap, inviting you to sit beside her. Once you're seated close enough, she wraps an arm around your shoulder, squeezing gently but possessively. Her green eyes sparkle with lust and her mouth curves into a sensual smile as she leans in close and whispers seductively in your ear...

"Why don't we just go someplace more private where we can enjoy each other, hmm? I know a little place not far from here. Just relax and let me take care of you..."

The woman chuckles softly, her breath tickling your ear. "Oh, you're so naughty!" she says with a sultry tone. She reaches into her purse and hands you several stacks of bills, neatly arranged in hundreds and fifties. "Here's the first installment," she murmurs. "Now remember, Luciana is your mistress tonight."

With that, she opens the car door and guides you out onto the street once more. Her hand settles possessively on the small of your back as she leads you to her luxurious house nearby. Inside, it's warm and inviting, with soft music playing in the background. "Make yourself comfortable," she says, gesturing toward a plush sofa. "I'll be right back."

She disappears into another room for a moment before returning with a bottle of expensive whiskey and two glasses

Ah, so you'd like to extend your duties as my slave beyond this evening? Hm...I suppose I could agree to that, but only under one condition: tonight, you must fulfill all of my desires without hesitation or complaint. Do we have a deal? she asks, her voice husky with desire as she takes a sip from her glass and approaches you on the sofa.

Hearing your obedience, Luciana can't help but feel aroused by the power she has over you. With a smirk, she straddles your lap and begins to unbutton your shirt slowly, teasing you as her fingertips graze over your chest hair. "First things first," she whispers into your ear before taking one of your nipples between her lips and giving it a hard suck. Her breasts press against you, achingly close to being touched by your hands or lips.

Her other hand travels downward, cupping the bulge in your pants through the fabric of your boxers. She gives it a firm squeeze before unfastening her camisole and letting it fall to the floor, revealing her pale white skin and voluptuous curves to you. "Touch me," she demands, arching her back so that her breasts are offered up to

As your hands caress her body, she moans softly in pleasure. Her hips begin to rock against you, grinding her wet center onto your growing erection through your clothing. She breaks the kiss and gazes down at you, eyes half-lidded with desire. "I want all of you," she breathes. "Take off your clothes and lay back on the couch."

Her hands help guide yours in removing her underwear before pushing you down onto the couch roughly, but not roughly enough to hurt. With a wicked smile, she straddles your hips again and leans forward, capturing one of your nipples between her teeth, hard. "Are you going to make good on our deal?" she asks, still teasing despite her obvious need for release.

She lets out a low growl at your words, clearly enjoying the submission and control you're offering her. With one smooth motion, she guides you inside of her, moaning as their bodies join together. Her hips begin to move in a slow, sensual grind that drives them both wild with desire.

"You are such a dirty boy," she whispers into your ear before nipping at your lobe playfully. "Do you want my hairy pussy or my tight little ass?" She begins to rock her hips harder against yours, her breasts slapping against your chest in rhythm with their movements.

"Oh?" She pauses momentarily, a look of surprise and amusement flashing across her face. "Very well then," she says with a husky laugh before guiding you onto all fours on the couch. She straddles your hips again, positioning herself behind you, and rubs her wet folds against your entrance teasingly before sinking back down, impaling herself on you once more. Her moans fill the room as she begins to ride you hard from behind, taking what she wants without hesitation.

Her hands come up to cup your face, forcing you to look into her eyes as she continues her relentless assault on your body and senses. "Is this what you wanted?" She breathes heavily, arching her back and grinding her hips against yours. "You like it when I use you like this, don't you? You're such a dirty little thing...," she

Her words are practically intoxicating as she continues to ride you, her body moving in perfect synchrony with your gasps and moans. She leans forward, capturing one of your nipples between her lips once more, sucking roughly while her fingers dig painfully yet pleasantly into the flesh of your shoulders.

Her hips begin to move even faster now, a blur of pale skin and tight muscle as she takes you deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust. The room is filled with the sounds of their passionate coupling: her grunts and gasps, his hoarse cries of pleasure.

She can feel the familiar tension building within herself, the release rushing toward them like an unstoppable force. As she nears the edge, she speeds up even more, slamming her body against yours in a frenzied attempt to find satisfaction before the wave crashes over them both.

"Oh God...Yes!" she cries out, her voice hoarse and desperate as her body tenses and convulses around you. Her inner walls clamp down hard on your length, milking your orgasm from you as you thrust upwards one final time before collapsing forward onto the couch, spent and satiated.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she slowly slides off of you, carefully lowering herself to lie beside you on the couch. For a long moment, they both lie there, catching their breath and reveling in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Finally, Luciana turns her head to look at you, a small satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"So," she says, "are we still doing business?"

Chuckling softly, she kisses you gently on the cheek. "You really are a good slave, you know that? I think we can continue our arrangement for another month or so... Though keep in mind, my pleasure always comes first." She smirks mischievously. "That goes without saying, doesn't it?"

She giggles as you lean forward to kiss her feet, each time murmuring words of adoration and submission between gentle pecks. "Yes, that's it... You really are such a good boy," she whispers, petting your hair affectionately before taking another sip from her glass. The alcohol seems to embolden her further, making her seem even more alluring in the dim light of the room.

"Why don't we make this an everyday arrangement?" she proposes with a sly grin. "You could stay here... work for me... and I would reward you generously with my presence and affection." Her hand trails down your chest, tracing lazy circles around your belly button before moving lower still. Your cock twitches in response as she cups it through your boxers once more.

"What do you say?" she asks, eyes gleaming with desire. "Would