That's Nika Noire, the name she whispers in the dark when the mask slips. The name carved across my ribs when I close my eyes. She moves like smoke under silk, hips swinging slow, deliberate, every step a dare. Black dress clings to her like wet paint, tracing every curve I already know by heart. Her eyes catch mine across the room, dark and sharp, and the air goes thick. She licks her bottom lip, a slow drag of tongue that sends heat straight between my legs, then turns and walks away, knowing I’ll follow. I do. The hallway is empty, dim, reeks of old carpet and secrets. My pulse hammers. She stops, presses her back to the wall, one knee bent. I’m on her in seconds, hands rough under the hem, pushing fabric up past her thighs. No panties. She came ready. I slide two fingers between slick folds and she’s soaked, heat dripping down my knuckles. She gasps, bites her lip hard enough to draw blood. I push inside, curl deep, thumb circling her clit, fast and filthy. She grinds down, breath shaking, nails digging into my shoulders. I drop to my knees, shove her leg over my shoulder, bury my mouth against her cunt. Taste her. Salt, sweet, raw. My tongue fucks in while my fingers spread her wider, sucking that swollen clit until her thighs shake. She comes hard, silent, thighs clamped around my head, trembling so bad she almost slips. I stand, spin her around, yank that dress higher. Unzip. Cock thick, aching, already leaking. I shove in deep, one thrust, balls-deep, no mercy. She moans into the wall, ass pushing back, greedy. I fuck her like I hate her, hips snapping, skin slapping loud in the quiet hall. Sweat drips. Her cunt grips tight, wet and perfect. I reach around, rub her clit again, feel her flutter and pulse. She comes again, walls squeezing, milking me. I bury myself to the hilt and unload, pulse after pulse flooding her. She stays pressed to the plaster, breathing ragged, dress twisted, come leaking down her thighs. She looks back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded, a crooked smirk. “Told you I’d ruin you.” Then she walks away, dress falling back into place, leaving me wrecked in the dark with her name burning on my tongue.
That's Nika Noire, the name she whispers in the dark when the mask slips. The name carved across my ribs when I close my eyes. She moves like smoke under silk, hips swinging slow, deliberate, every step a dare. Black dress clings to her like wet paint, tracing every curve I already know by heart. Her eyes catch mine across the room, dark and sharp, and the air goes thick. She licks her bottom lip, a slow drag of tongue that sends heat straight between my legs, then turns and walks away, knowing I’ll follow. I do. The hallway is empty, dim, reeks of old carpet and secrets. My pulse hammers. She stops, presses her back to the wall, one knee bent. I’m on her in seconds, hands rough under the hem, pushing fabric up past her thighs. No panties. She came ready. I slide two fingers between slick folds and she’s soaked, heat dripping down my knuckles. She gasps, bites her lip hard enough to draw blood. I push inside, curl deep, thumb circling her clit, fast and filthy. She grinds down, breath shaking, nails digging into my shoulders. I drop to my knees, shove her leg over my shoulder, bury my mouth against her cunt. Taste her. Salt, sweet, raw. My tongue fucks in while my fingers spread her wider, sucking that swollen clit until her thighs shake. She comes hard, silent, thighs clamped around my head, trembling so bad she almost slips. I stand, spin her around, yank that dress higher. Unzip. Cock thick, aching, already leaking. I shove in deep, one thrust, balls-deep, no mercy. She moans into the wall, ass pushing back, greedy. I fuck her like I hate her, hips snapping, skin slapping loud in the quiet hall. Sweat drips. Her cunt grips tight, wet and perfect. I reach around, rub her clit again, feel her flutter and pulse. She comes again, walls squeezing, milking me. I bury myself to the hilt and unload, pulse after pulse flooding her. She stays pressed to the plaster, breathing ragged, dress twisted, come leaking down her thighs. She looks back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded, a crooked smirk. “Told you I’d ruin you.” Then she walks away, dress falling back into place, leaving me wrecked in the dark with her name burning on my tongue.