17 Rue des Ombres stood in a peaceful neighborhood, where streetlights cast soft glows on tidy lawns and sleeping houses. The duplex was modern but simple, with clean white walls, large windows reflecting the moonlight, and a low hedge framing a small front yard. A black sedan sat in the driveway. The front door was slightly ajar, a thin strip of warm light spilling onto the porch, beckoning like an invitation or a trap. Devon's brows knitted, He checked the pistol's clip half full then stepped inside, his boots silent on the polished hardwood floor.

The house felt lived-in, warm, not the cold hideout he'd expected. The living room had a plush beige sofa, a coffee table cluttered with a stack of magazines, a half-empty wine glass, and a small vase of fresh lilies, their scent faint but sweet. A flat-screen TV hung on the wall, turned off, reflecting the dim glow of a floor lamp.

The air carried traces of vanilla and lavender, like candles burned earlier, and a staircase curved upward, its wooden steps gleaming under a modest chandelier.

Devon scanned the space, there was no weapons, no cameras, just a strange calm that didn't match the blood and chaos of the warehouse. He stepped forward, the floor creaking softly, when a woman's voice rang out from upstairs, warm and teasing, cutting through the quiet like a melody.

"Honey, you're home already? Give me ten minutes, don't come up yet, I've got a big surprise waiting for you, my love."

Devon froze, his brows knitting tighter, his pulse quickening. The voice was smooth, confident, with a playful lilt that didn't fit the cold from the warehouse phone call. Could this be her? he wondered, replaying the tall man's words, the orders to kill. His grip tightened on the pistol, but he moved to the staircase, his steps light as whispers, each one careful on the polished wood.

The voice called again, softer, dripping with anticipation. "I'm almost ready, darling, don't spoil the fun." He climbed the stairs, his senses drinking in every detail, the faint hum of a heater, the creak of the house settling, the growing scent of something richer, like whipped cream and heavy perfume.

At the top, a hallway stretched out, doors closed except one at the end, where warm light spilled and the voice came from, now humming a soft tune.

He crept to the door, peeking through the gap, and his breath caught in his throat. The woman inside was a vision of raw, mature seduction, her body a masterpiece of curves and desire. She stood by a king-sized bed draped in red silk sheets, wearing crimson lingerie that clung to her like a lover's hands.

The lace bra strained against her full, heavy breasts, so round and ripe they seemed to spill over the edges, her nipples hard and pressing through the sheer fabric, dark and taut, begging to be touched. Her skin was smooth ivory, glowing under the soft bedroom light, her hips wide and lush, the matching thong riding high, barely covering the firm, plump swell of her ass.

Her thighs were thick, toned, leading to long legs spread slightly as she moved, every motion screaming confidence and raw, unfiltered lust. Her auburn hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, framing a face with sharp cheekbones, full lips painted red, and a knowing smile that promised trouble.

She was attractive in every sense, her body a temple of experience, curves that begged to be grabbed, a pussy outlined by the tight thong, lips swollen and damp, ready for worship.

Devon watched, his cock stirring hard in his pants, an involuntary throb as she picked up a can of whipped cream, spraying it in slow, teasing swirls across her body.

The white cream trailed over her collarbone, dripping into the deep valley of her cleavage, pooling between her heavy breasts, a thin line tracing down her soft stomach to the edge of her thong, where it glistened against her skin.

She giggled, low and sultry, the sound sending heat through him. "Getting ready for you, baby," she murmured to herself, setting the can down and reaching for a black silk blindfold on the bed. She tied it over her eyes, her movements slow, sensual, her lips parting as she adjusted it, leaving herself vulnerable, exposed, her body an open invitation.

Devon's cock ached, straining against his zipper, his body reacting even as his mind screamed caution. This can't be her, he muttered, voice so low only he could hear. No way the woman who ordered my death is playing games like this.

She lay back on the bed, her legs spreading wide, the thong pulling tight, outlining every detail of her pussy—pink, wet, lips puffy with need, the fabric dark with her arousal. Her smile was seductive, enthusiastic, as she licked her lips slow, her tongue gliding over the red lipstick, eager for what was coming. "Honey," she purred, her voice a velvet caress that sent a shiver down Devon's spine, "come inside now. I'm all yours, spread out and dripping for you, ready to be fucked senseless." The words dripped with raw desire, her blindfolded face tilting slightly, sensing his presence, her body arching just enough to make her breasts jiggle, the whipped cream smearing on the sheets.

Devon paused, his hand tightening on the pistol, his mind a tug-of-war between suspicion and the raw pull of her body. Her voice came again, softer, teasing. "I know you've been craving this, love. Don't keep me waiting, I'm wet and ready for you to take me apart." The words were too intimate, too personal, but the coincidence gnawed at him. He set the pistol on the nightstand, out of her reach but close enough for him, and stepped into the room, his boots soft on the plush carpet, the door creaking faintly as he pushed it wider.

She stirred at the sound, her smile widening, blindfold still in place. "There you are, baby," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. "Come closer, I've been dreaming of your hands, your mouth, all over me."

He approached the bed, his eyes locked on her, every curve screaming temptation. He knelt beside her, his hand brushing her thigh, the skin hot and silky, the whipped cream sticky under his fingers. She moaned low, "Oh, fuck, yes, touch me there, honey. I've been aching for you." Her legs parted wider, her thong riding up, showing more of her glistening pussy.

He slid his hand higher, fingers grazing the edge of her thong, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

"Mmm, you're teasing me so good," she whimpered, her hips shifting, begging for more. He leaned down, his lips grazing the whipped cream on her collarbone, tasting the sweet cream mixed with her salty skin. She gasped, "God, your mouth… lick me clean, baby, make me yours." His tongue trailed lower, lapping at the cream on her chest, circling the edge of her bra, her breasts heaving under him, nipples hard as pebbles through the lace.

He tugged the bra down, exposing her full, round breasts, the nipples pink and erect, begging for his mouth. He sucked one hard, his tongue swirling rough, biting gently. She cried out, "Fuck, yes! Bite my tits, I love it rough!" Her moans filled the room, raw and needy, her body squirming, her hips bucking up like she couldn't wait.

He squeezed her other breast, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, her skin flushing red under his grip. "Harder, mark me, I want to feel you everywhere," she groaned, her voice breaking, her blindfold keeping her in the dark, making every touch electric. His tongue moved to her stomach, licking the cream in slow, deliberate strokes, dipping into her navel, tasting her sweat and sweetness. "Oh, shit, that feels so good… lower, baby, I need your mouth on my pussy," she begged, her voice a desperate plea, her thighs trembling.

Devon's cock throbbed, hard as iron, straining painfully against his zipper, but he kept his focus, his hands gripping her thick thighs, spreading them wider until they trembled under his touch. Her red thong was soaked, clinging to her swollen pussy lips like a second skin, the fabric dark and slick with her arousal, outlining every curve of her dripping cunt.

He hooked a finger under the lace, pulling it aside slow, exposing her fully, her pussy was a glistening pink masterpiece, lips puffy and parted, her clit hard and pulsing, begging to be sucked.

The scent hit him like a drug, musky and raw, her juices dripping down her inner thighs, mixing with the sticky whipped cream smeared across her skin. He leaned in, his lips brushing her inner thigh, biting softly, her flesh hot and quivering under his teeth. "Oh, fuck, yes, bite me there, make me scream!" she moaned, her voice raw and desperate, her hips twitching, her pussy clenching with need, the air thick with her intoxicating aroma.

He dragged his hands tongue along her thigh, lapping up the whipped cream mixed with her sweat, the taste sweet and salty, driving his cock to ache harder. Her skin shivered under his mouth, her moans low and guttural. "Mmm, lick me, honey, taste every inch of me," she begged, her voice dripping with lust, her legs spreading wider, offering her pussy like a feast. He teased her, his lips grazing the edge of her cunt, kissing the soft, wet folds, her juices coating his mouth, hot and tangy.

She screamed, "Fuck, yes! Eat my pussy, baby, suck my clit hard!" Her hips bucked wildly, grinding against his face, her moans a constant, needy stream, "God, your tongue… shove it in me, make me fucking cum!"

He dove in, his tongue plunging into her slick hole, tasting her deep, her walls tight and pulsing around him, her juices flooding his mouth like sweet nectar.

She thrashed, her big, heavy breasts bouncing, the lace bra barely holding them, her nipples rock-hard, straining against the fabric.

"Oh, shit, deeper, lick my pussy raw!" she cried, her voice breaking, her hands clawing at the red silk sheets, knuckles white. He sucked her clit into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, flicking fast and relentless, while his fingers slid inside her, two at first, then three, stretching her tight, dripping cunt. Her walls clamped around him like a vice, hot and slippery, her juices gushing with every thrust. "Fuck, finger me hard, I'm so goddamn wet for you!" she screamed, her body shaking, her thighs clamping around his head, trapping him in her heat.

He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot inside her, his tongue lashing her eeclit, sucking harder, her moans turning into a wild chant, "Yes, yes, fuck, don't stop, make me cum all over your face!"

Her pussy clenched harder, her orgasm building, her hips grinding so fast the bed creaked loud.

"Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!" she wailed, her voice raw and primal, her cunt spasming as she came, her juices squirting, soaking his chin, his lips, his fingers, the taste of her flooding his senses. Her body arched off the bed, her big tits jiggling, her thighs shaking, her moans echoing like a storm in the room. "Fuck, baby, you're so good, keep eating me!" she panted, blindfold still on, her smile wide and greedy, her body flushed pink, glistening with sweat and cream.

Devon pulled back, his face wet with her, his cock throbbing so hard it hurt, but he wasn't done. He slid his hand down her body, fingers teasing her swollen clit again, circling slow, keeping her on the edge. "Mmm, you're not done with me, are you, honey?" she moaned, her voice dripping with need, her hips rocking into his touch, her pussy still dripping, begging for more.

"Keep going, make me your slut, I want to cum again." He leaned in, kissing her hard, his tongue plunging into her mouth, letting her taste her own juices mixed with the whipped cream, her lips hungry, sucking his tongue, moaning into the kiss. "Fuck, I love your mouth… keep touching my pussy, make me yours," she gasped, her body writhing, her cunt pulsing under his fingers as he rubbed her clit, slow then fast, building her up again.

He spread her legs wider, his hands rough, leaving red marks on her thighs. "Harder, mark me up, I want to feel you tomorrow," she groaned, her voice thick with lust, her pussy quivering as he dove back in. His tongue traced her folds, licking every inch, the whipped cream smeared across her thighs mixing with her juices, sweet and tangy.

He sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, pulling gently, then harder, her moans louder, "Oh, fuck, suck my pussy lips, eat me out again!" Her hips bucked, grinding against his face, her clit swollen and sensitive, pulsing under his tongue. He flicked it fast, relentless, his fingers pumping inside her, three then four, stretching her tight, wet hole, her walls clenching so hard it felt like she'd pull him in. "Fuck me with your fingers, make me scream!" she cried, her voice breaking, her body trembling as he worked her, his tongue lashing her clit, his fingers curling deep inside her.

She was a mess of moans, her body shaking, her big tits bouncing with every thrust of his fingers, her pussy gushing with every lick. "Oh god, I'm so close, make me cum again, I'm your dirty whore!" she screamed, her voice raw, her blindfold keeping her in the dark, making every touch more intense. He sucked her clit hard, his teeth grazing it lightly, his fingers pounding her cunt, hitting that spot over and over.

Her pussy clenched, her body arched, and she came again, harder this time, her juices squirting all over his face, dripping down his chin, soaking the sheets. "Fuck, yes, I'm cumming so hard!" she wailed, her moans a wild symphony, her thighs clamping tight, her hands tearing at the sheets, her body shaking like a leaf in a storm.

EShe collapsed back, panting, her blindfold still on, her body flushed and glistening, her pussy still dripping, pulsing with aftershocks. "Goddamn, honey, you're fucking amazing," she gasped, her smile eager, her voice hoarse. "Now fuck me with that big cock, I need you to pound my pussy raw." Devon paused, his lips wet with her juices, his cock throbbing painfully, his fingers still teasing her clit, keeping her trembling. Her pussy was a slick, swollen mess, begging we for more, her body spread out like a banquet, her moans still echoing in his ears. He leaned down, his tongue hovering over her cunt, ready to dive in again, to eat her until she screamed his name, his mind racing with the danger of her identity but his body lost in the raw, primal heat of her.

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