Shirley’s mind was spiraling out of control.
Without thinking, she grabbed Daniel’s hand tightly and practically dragged him toward the female washroom. She pulled him into one of the spacious private booths and locked the door behind them with trembling fingers.
She turned to face him, her golden-yellow eyes wide with fear, pupils trembling with shock and confusion. Daniel immediately noticed how badly her legs were shaking — as if her knees would give out any second. He pulled her into his strong, muscular arms, squeezing her voluptuous body tightly against his.
He activated [Touch of Lust] to its absolute limit, flooding her entire body with overwhelming waves of pleasure while whispering softly into her ear, "Calm down... Breathe in... breathe out... Don’t say anything, just calm down... Listen to my heartbeat. I am here for you."
Shirley gradually started to calm down. Her trembling body slowly melted into his warm, firm embrace. Her massive, heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest. The sensation was heavenly for Daniel — like sinking into two warm, milky, ultra-soft cushions. Her natural feminine fragrance — fresh, slightly sweet, and intoxicating — filled his lungs, refreshing him from the inside.
Just as she began to relax, the heat in her body only intensified. With fear slowly fading, her raw, suppressed desire burned hotter than ever before.
She felt his broad, masculine chest, his masculine scent, his strong heartbeat. A powerful shiver ran down her spine. Her hands instinctively began roaming across his chest with desperate hunger. His white shirt was already partially unbuttoned. Her fingers worked frantically, popping open more buttons and sliding inside to feel his raw, warm skin and hard, sculpted muscles. She found his nipple and tugged it gently, then more firmly, with her fingers.
Daniel let out a deep, masculine moan right beside her ear, his hot breath caressing her sensitive skin.
That low, sexy moan was so exciting and beautiful that Shirley started rubbing her heavy, melony breasts shamelessly against his chest. Her hard nipples dragged across his skin through her blouse as she explored his abdomen, tracing every ridge of his muscles with trembling, eager fingers. Her eyes shone with pure, unrestrained lust.
With hazy, half-lidded eyes, she lifted her face. Since she only came up to his chest, she slid his white shirt further open and leaned in, pressing her plump, luscious lips against the center of his chest in a soft, worshipful kiss.
The sensation sent a powerful shiver racing down Daniel’s spine.
That shiver made Shirley’s pussy tingle and clench with excitement. She began raining soft, wet kisses all over his chest — using only her plump, glossy lips. The lewd, squelching sounds of each wet kiss echoed through the small booth.
Daniel’s hands didn’t remain idle. Using [Touch of Lust], he traced slow, sensual patterns along her spine, making her moan into his chest while she continued kissing him. He drew teasing circles over her sensitive back, tracing invisible lines that drove her lust completely wild, making her body burn with need.
Suddenly, Shirley tugged hard at the middle of his shirt. With surprising strength fueled by lust, she ripped the shirt open, sending the remaining buttons flying with soft thud thud thud sounds as they scattered across the marble floor.
Shirley was completely lost in the moment.
Her plump, glossy lips rained wet, hungry kisses all over Daniel’s exposed chest. She kissed him wildly, sucking on his warm skin, leaving faint red marks as she moved from one spot to another. Her hands roamed greedily across his firm chest and sculpted abdomen, feeling every hard muscle under her fingertips.
She found his nipple again and played with it shamelessly — tugging, pinching, and rolling it between her fingers while her lips latched onto the other one, sucking hard.
Daniel moaned deeply, the sound low and masculine, vibrating through his chest.
"Mmm... fuck, Shirley..."
The sound only encouraged her. She pressed her heavy breasts harder against him, rubbing her stiff nipples against his skin as she continued worshipping his chest with her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, tasting his skin, while her hands explored lower, tracing the defined lines of his abs.
Daniel’s fingers traced her sensual curves — sliding down her back, feeling the dip of her waist, then moving lower. He grabbed a firm, possessive hold of her plump ass cheeks, squeezing the soft, thick flesh with both hands.
That sudden, strong grip on her ass snapped Shirley out of her lust-induced stupor.
Her eyes widened in fear as memories flooded back — the invisible hands groping her breasts, spreading her ass cheeks, the terrifying yet pleasurable sensations she couldn’t explain. All the scary, confusing emotions rushed back at once.
She leapt away from Daniel with a startled gasp, crouching down in the corner of the booth. She hugged her body tightly, arms wrapped around her knees, trembling with fear and shame as tears welled up in her eyes.
Daniel stood there, breathing heavily. The tent in his pants was obscenely prominent, his thick cock straining against the fabric. His upper body was fully visible — shirt completely open, buttons scattered on the floor, the fabric hanging loosely off his broad shoulders and muscular arms.
He looked down at the frightened woman crouching before him, his expression a mix of concern and dark satisfaction.