It's Leena's final day in Barcelona.
I had taped us fucking, and she didn't know it. And now I send her those videos via Whatsapp, a side view of me fucking her from behind and on top, her moaning and cursing like a slut.
"Make sure you put your headphones on," I tease.
She immediately types back.
"You fucking bastard - you're making me wet π¦π₯΅"
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Leena texts.
"I'll be there in 1 hour. Go shower now"
Ok, I think. What's going on here.
About 15 minutes later, "go downstairs and ask the concierge for some candles β€οΈ."
15 minutes now.
I reply cheekily, "Is there some more?"
She replies.
"Go back to your room and light the candle π―οΈ."
I comply, heading back to Mr. Porter.
15 minutes left.
"Undress down to your boxers and turn your door lock so the door doesn't close. Turn off the lights, and put on some Cigarettes After Sex πΉ."
I do.
She opens the door of the room.
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She comes in the room. Takes off her bathrobe. And reveals her lace, black lingerie with suspenders.
She passes by the wardrobe, where my suits and dress shirts are hung. She grabs my two ties, both Drakes, my favorite. I don't bring them often, but I'm glad I did today.
She comes over to the bed and pushes me over. I land, softly on the pillows, feigning submission.
She comes over, like a devil of sex, straddling me, I can feel the warm of her mound on my belly. I can smell her sex. I love it.