Nights of tantra PART I

Night was falling gently over the ancient cobblestone street when he arrived. Tall, with an elegant bearing and sharp features that drew glances, the man adjusted the knot of his black tie and pressed the doorbell with determination. He wore an impeccable dark suit that fit perfectly to his athletic figure, and a light scent of wood and expensive cologne floated around him.

Seconds later, the door opened with a soft creak.

Before him appeared a woman of unsettling beauty. Her skin was white as porcelain, almost luminous under the warm interior light. She wore only a black silk robe that clung softly to her curves, falling fluidly to mid-thigh. She was barefoot, her delicate feet resting on the dark wooden floor. Her hair, black as jet, was abundant, wavy, and wild—a lush mane that cascaded in disordered waves over her shoulders and back, giving her the appearance of a mysterious and seductive gypsy.

Her large, deep eyes looked at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity. For an eternal instant, neither of them spoke.

—Come in. Would you like a drink? —she asked in a soft, slightly husky voice, breaking the silence.

—Yes —he replied, without looking away.

She smiled faintly and invited him in with an elegant gesture. She led him down a narrow hallway to a beautiful interior courtyard on the second floor. The place was charming: hanging plants, dim lights, and a fresh breeze that gently moved the leaves. In the center was a low table and two wrought-iron colonial-style chairs with dark cushions.

The woman prepared two glasses of whiskey with ice on a small side table. She moved naturally, barefoot on the cold tiles, her black robe sliding with every step and revealing glimpses of the softness of her skin.

She sat down first, slowly crossing her legs. He sat in front of her, watching her in silence. The warm light of the courtyard highlighted her beauty even more: she was a very beautiful woman, with delicate yet intense features, full lips, and that wild mane that seemed to have a life of its own.

After a few minutes of light conversation, she gracefully stretched one leg and rested her bare foot on his lap. Without saying a word, he placed his large, warm hands on the soft skin of her calf and began to massage it slowly, with firm and sensual movements. His fingers moved up and down her leg while their gazes remained locked.

They stayed in silence for a moment, relaxed, enjoying the massage and the whiskey.

She took a slow sip and spoke in a soft, almost lazy voice:

—The country is so depressing lately, isn’t it? Everyone walks around with long faces.

He smiled slightly, without stopping his slow, firm caresses on her leg.

—Quite —he replied calmly—. People don’t even dream anymore. They just survive.

She let out a low laugh and stretched her leg a little further across his lap.

—Exactly… That’s why I prefer to stay here, away from all that noise. In good company and without rush.

He nodded, looking her in the eyes with tranquility.

—It’s easier to breathe here —he said simply.

Shortly after, she slowly withdrew her leg from his lap, stood up gracefully, and extended her hand to him. He stood up without saying anything and followed her. Before entering the bedroom, he stopped for a moment, took off his shoes, and left them neatly to one side, remaining barefoot on the wooden floor.

They walked together down the hallway and entered a spacious, dimly lit room.

Inside, the atmosphere was intimate and charged. Dominating the main wall was a huge painting, almost two meters high, depicting Shiva and Parvati in an erotic Kamasutra pose: their bodies entwined with divine elegance, full of strength and sensuality. The colors were intense and deep.

Below the painting, almost at floor level, was a low, wide bed covered with black silk sheets and dark cushions. The floor was covered with soft rugs, and the air smelled of incense and sandalwood.

She stopped for a moment in front of the painting, letting him observe it, then turned to him with a calm but intense look.

Without saying a word, she slowly slid her hands to the knot of her black silk robe. The garment fell softly to the floor, sliding down her body like dark water.

She was wearing nothing underneath.

Her body was beautiful, of an almost unreal beauty. Perfect white skin, soft and generous curves, a narrow waist, and hips that moved with natural elegance. Her firm breasts, flat stomach, and long, well-toned legs glowed softly under the dim light. With her lush, wavy black mane falling wildly over her shoulders and back, she looked like she had stepped out of One Thousand and One Nights: a mysterious, sensual, and enchanting odalisque.

With slow, feline movements, she turned around and lay down on the low bed. Her body stretched gracefully over the black silk sheets, which contrasted beautifully with her white skin. She rested her head on one of the cushions, arched her back slightly, and let her wavy, lush mane spill around her like a dark halo. Her legs parted naturally, inviting him without haste.

He calmly removed his suit jacket and shirt, leaving his torso bare, and approached the bed. He knelt on the sheets and began to kiss her body with devotion, not leaving a single inch unattended.

He started with her feet. He kissed her insteps, her ankles, and slowly moved up her calves, savoring the softness of her skin. His lips traveled along the inside of her thighs with long, wet kisses, lingering on the inner areas where the skin was most sensitive. She sighed softly, closing her eyes.

He moved up to her hips, kissing her pelvic bone, her flat stomach, and her navel. His hands accompanied every kiss, caressing firmly but tenderly. He reached her breasts, kissing them with devotion, gently sucking her nipples until she arched. He continued to her neck, the line of her jaw, behind her ears, and finally reached her mouth, where he kissed her deeply for a long time.

Then he went down again, retracing the entire path. He kissed her shoulders, the valley between her breasts, her stomach, and kept descending. He gently turned her over, placing her face down. He kissed her entire back, from the nape of her neck to the base of her spine, stopping at every vertebra. He moved down to her firm, round buttocks, kissing them with hunger.

Finally, he gently spread her buttocks with both hands. Her perianal area was impeccable, pink, very clean, and with a soft, delicious scent of fresh soap and warm skin. Without hesitation, he brought his mouth closer and began to suck and lick it slowly and dedicatedly. His tongue traced wet circles, pressing gently, savoring her with pleasure. She let out a long, husky moan, gripping the sheets tightly while he continued licking and kissing that sensitive area with absolute devotion, enjoying its cleanliness and pleasant natural scent.

Time seemed to have stopped in that room lit only by the dim light of the lamps and the imposing presence of the Shiva and Parvati painting above them.

Finally, he rose onto his knees. With a dark gaze of desire, he unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper of his pants. He freed his large cock, thick, veiny, and completely erect, which sprang heavily upward, heavy and throbbing. The wide head already glistened with a drop of precum. It was imposing, long and thick, with a natural curve that promised to fill her completely.

She, still face down, slightly lifted her hips in silent invitation, spreading her legs wider. He spat generously on his hand, lubricated his member with firm strokes, and then spat again directly onto her anus, which already glistened wet from his saliva.

He positioned himself behind her, placed the thick head of his cock against her rear entrance, and pushed slowly. Her sphincter gave way little by little, opening around his girth. She let out a deep, guttural moan as the thick head entered her, stretching her.

—Fuck… —he murmured in a hoarse voice as he continued pushing inch by inch, burying his large cock in her tight, hot ass.

The advance was slow but relentless. He felt her inner walls hugging him tightly, pulsing around his thickness. When he was completely inside, all the way to the hilt, they both remained still for a moment, breathing heavily. His thick cock disappeared completely between her perfect white buttocks.

He began to fuck her with deep, controlled movements. He pulled out almost his entire member and drove it back in to the balls with firm, rhythmic thrusts. The wet, obscene sound of his cock entering and leaving her ass filled the room. Every time he pushed all the way in, his balls gently slapped against her wet pussy.

She moaned with her face buried in the cushions, her black mane spread out like a wild cascade. Her ass took every inch of that thick cock with a mix of pleasure and slight pain that made her tremble.

He increased the pace, fucking her harder, holding her by the hips with strong hands. His thrusts became deeper and more brutal, driving his large cock again and again into her tight anus, opening her, possessing her completely. Sweat glistened on his torso as he penetrated her with animalistic force and elegance, enjoying the sight of his thick cock disappearing between those perfect buttocks.

She felt everything with overwhelming intensity.

Every time he pushed inward, her anus opened almost violently around that thick cock, feeling the wide head pierce her, stretching her inner walls to the limit. It was a sensation of extreme fullness, as if she were being completely filled, invading a forbidden and deeply sensitive place. The thickness of his cock created a delicious and painful pressure at the same time; a hot burn that quickly turned into a dark, addictive pleasure.

When he pulled out almost his entire member, she felt a sudden, distressing emptiness, as if her body protested the loss. But immediately afterward came the next thrust, stronger and deeper, driving in to the hilt and hitting internal spots that made her shake. She felt every thick vein of his cock rubbing against her anal walls, every inch of that hot, hard flesh making its way inside her.

The pleasure was different from vaginal—denser, more animal. It was a heat that spread from her ass to her lower belly, rising up her spine in electric waves. Every deep thrust made her pussy contract involuntarily, getting abundantly wet and dripping onto the sheets. She felt her buttocks shake with every impact, and the wet, obscene sound of his cock entering and leaving excited her even more.

Sometimes, when he buried himself to the balls and stayed still for a second, she felt his cock throbbing inside her anus, pulsing against her inner walls. That sensation of being completely impaled, of having that huge member occupying her entire rectum, made her moan gutturally, almost hoarsely. The pleasure mixed with a slight burning that only increased the intensity.

Every time he sped up, the constant friction against her most sensitive spot made her lose control. She felt deep spasms inside, as if her anus were trying to suck him deeper. The pleasure became almost unbearable, a mix of exquisite pain and primitive ecstasy that ran from her ass to the back of her neck. Her legs trembled, her breathing became ragged, and she felt the anal orgasm slowly building—deep, heavy, different from any other.

—More… —she whispered in a broken voice, pushing her hips back to take him deeper, completely surrendering to the sensation of being fucked hard in her tight, hot ass.

He smiled with dark desire and slowly pulled out of her anus, leaving a void that made her moan in frustration. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her easily, placing her on her knees on the low bed. Then he sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread and pulled her toward him.

—Come here —he murmured in a hoarse voice.

He positioned her with her back to him, but in a much more complex and deeper position. He made her sit on his lap facing away, with her legs spread as wide as possible. Then he lifted one of her legs, bending it upward and holding it firmly under the knee, almost pressed against her chest. Her other leg remained stretched to the side, resting on the bed. In this way, her ass was completely exposed and open upward, offering him a brutally deep angle.

With one firm hand on her hip and the other holding her raised leg, he aligned his large cock, still glistening with fluids, against her rear entrance and pulled her down hard onto his shaft.

She let out a long, muffled moan as his thick member penetrated her to the hilt in this new position. The position was demanding and complex: her body was almost folded, with her ass completely offered, allowing the cock to enter at a vertical and extremely deep angle. She felt every inch as a total invasion.

He began to fuck her with powerful thrusts from below, lifting his hips to drive into her hard. His large phallus entered and exited completely, pulling out almost to the wide head and disappearing again fully inside her tight anus. The sound was wet, obscene, and constant.

In this position, she felt a much more intense penetration. The cock reached deeper inside her than ever, hitting deep spots that made her tremble violently. Her anus contracted around the invading thickness while her breasts shook with every thrust. Her black mane fell wildly over her face and shoulders. Every time he thrust upward, she felt his balls slap against her soaking wet pussy.

—God… you’re breaking me —she panted, her voice broken by pleasure and the effort of holding the position.

He growled with pleasure, accelerating the rhythm. His thrusts became more aggressive, fucking her hard in that complex, exposed position. Sweat ran down his chest and her back. He held her firmly, dominating her completely while his thick cock entered and exited her anus without mercy.

The pleasure in her was overwhelming. She felt her ass burning, stretched to the maximum around that huge cock, with a mix of exquisite pain and a pleasure so deep it clouded her mind. Every thrust reached her belly, sending waves of ecstasy through her entire body.

Finally, he felt he could no longer hold back. His thrusts became erratic, shorter and more brutal. He clenched his teeth, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hip and raised leg.

—I’m going to cum… —he growled hoarsely.

With one final savage thrust, he buried his cock to the hilt inside her ass and came hard. Thick, hot jets of semen flooded her interior, filling her completely. He kept thrusting as he ejaculated, emptying every drop inside her tight ass, grunting with pleasure with every pulse. His cock throbbed violently inside her, pumping thick, abundant semen.

She trembled all over, feeling the heat of his load filling her inside, leaking slightly around his still-buried cock.

They both stayed still, panting, joined in that complex and exhausting position, with his semen deep inside her anus.

He got up from the bed calmly, completely naked from the waist up, his large phallus still semi-erect and glistening. Without saying a word, he walked to the private bathroom of the room. He turned on the light and cleaned himself quietly: he carefully washed his member, wiped the sweat from his torso and hands, and refreshed his face. All with serene and confident movements, as if he had just finished a routine rather than an intense act.

He pulled up his pants, buckled his belt, and put on his shirt unhurriedly. He glanced briefly in the mirror, adjusted his hair, and left the bathroom as if nothing had happened, with the same elegant and composed appearance he had arrived with.

When he returned to the room, she had already gotten up from the bed. She had her back to him, sliding the black silk robe over her naked body again. The garment fell softly over her skin, covering her curves. Her hair was still tousled, wild and lush, and there was a slight flush on her cheeks. She adjusted the knot of the robe slowly, without any hurry.

The atmosphere was still thick with the scent of sex, incense, and sweat, but both behaved with an almost surprising naturalness.

He looked at her for a moment from the doorway but said nothing. He simply turned around and left the room.

He walked barefoot down the hallway to the small library. He approached the dark wooden shelves, took out a crime novel, and sat comfortably in the leather armchair under the warm light of the lamp. He opened the book and began to read calmly, as if nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, she poured herself another glass of whiskey with ice. She did it alone, in silence, moving with that natural grace, barefoot on the tiles. She took the glass, took a slow sip, and stood by the railing, looking at the night with a serene expression, her wavy black hair falling over her back.

After reading almost ten pages calmly, he closed the book, left it on the table, and got up from the armchair. He walked barefoot down the hallway to the courtyard.

There he found the woman watering some red roses growing in large pots. She was focused on the task, barefoot, with the black silk robe slightly open in front. The water fell gently on the flowers under the dim light.

He stopped at the entrance to the courtyard and watched her. She looked up when she felt his presence. Their eyes met for a few seconds. Neither said anything. They simply gave each other a slight, serene, and complicit smile, full of silent understanding.

Without needing words, she set the watering can aside and approached him. They walked together back to the Shiva and Parvati room.

Once inside, he calmly removed his shirt, pants, and underwear, standing completely naked. He lay face down on the low bed, arms crossed under the pillow and his body relaxed on the black sheets.

She stopped at the edge of the bed, untied the knot of her robe, and let the silk fall to the floor, revealing her naked and beautiful body again. She climbed onto the bed and stood over him, with one foot on each side of his waist.

Slowly and sensually, she began to caress his back with her feet. Her soft, warm soles slid over his broad shoulders, moving down his spine with controlled pressure. Her toes traced his skin, massaging the tense muscles with expertly slow movements. Sometimes she used only one foot, drawing long lines from his nape to the lower back, and other times both feet worked together, pressing and rubbing with grace.

He let out a deep, grave moan, almost a purr, burying his face in the pillow. The pleasure was evident in his voice. Every caress from those soft, warm feet on his skin made his body relax and tense at the same time.

—Mmmh… —he growled hoarsely, completely surrendering to the sensations.

She continued massaging his back with her feet for several minutes, enjoying the deep moans he let out. Then, slowly, she got off him and positioned herself beside his body.

Without saying a word, she crouched directly over his lower back. She spread her knees slightly, lowered her hips, and brought her pussy close to his skin. A moment later, a hot, golden stream of urine began to flow from her, falling directly onto his back.

The hot liquid spilled over his skin, running down the grooves of his spine, spreading to the sides and soaking the black sheets beneath him. The intense heat and forbidden sensation made him let out a long, deep moan, filled with pleasure.

—Mmmh… fuck… —he growled delightedly, his voice hoarse and trembling, without moving from his face-down position.

She continued urinating calmly, directing the hot stream along his back, from the lumbar area to his shoulders. The wet, continuous sound filled the room. Her urine was warm, almost hot, and had a slightly musky scent that mixed with the incense in the air.

He moaned without shame, clearly aroused and enchanted by the sensation. His body tensed and relaxed with every second, enjoying the liquid heat covering him and the dominant, sensual act from her.

When she finished, she remained crouched for a few more seconds, letting the last drops fall on his skin, then sat gently on his wet back, rubbing herself lightly against him.

He stayed for a few moments enjoying the sensation, breathing deeply. Finally he got up, kissed her thigh softly, and rose from the bed. Without saying anything, he walked to the bathroom.

He got under the shower and washed himself calmly, letting the hot water carry away the remains of urine, sweat, and semen. He soaped his body carefully, washed his hair, and stayed under the stream for a while, relaxed. After drying off, he dressed with the same elegance he had arrived in: white shirt, dark suit, neatly adjusted tie, and shoes.

He left the bathroom already completely composed. She was waiting for him in the main room, once again wearing her black silk robe, leaning against the door frame.

He approached, looked her in the eyes, and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

—Thank you —he said in a low, sincere voice—. It was an incredible night.

She smiled with that mysterious and sensual expression, without answering in words. She simply tilted her head slightly.

He gave her one last soft kiss on the lips, turned around, and left the apartment. The door closed behind him with a soft click, letting the night envelop him again.

*

The night was cool and silent. He walked to his car, got in, adjusted the mirror, and started the engine. Before driving off, he stayed for a few seconds looking at the building’s facade, thoughtful.

Then he began driving through the nearly empty city streets. He lit a cigarette and lowered the window, letting the cold air hit his face. He drove without hurry, one hand on the wheel and the other holding the cigarette.

He felt relaxed, his body light and his mind clear. The tension accumulated over the last few days seemed to have disappeared completely. He smiled slightly to himself as he remembered fragments of the night: the heat of her skin, the moans, the intensity.

After about twenty minutes, he arrived at his apartment in a modern building. He parked in the underground garage, took the elevator up, and entered his floor. He took off his jacket and tie, left them on a chair, and poured himself a glass of cold water.

He approached the living room window, looked at the illuminated city in the distance, and stayed there for a while, in silence, enjoying the calm he still felt in his body.

He had barely taken the first sip when the doorbell rang.

He frowned. It was almost three in the morning.

He looked through the peephole and slowly opened the door.

Before him stood a woman of about 30 years old, tall and elegant. She wore a long black coat that reached her knees, high heels, and her dark brown hair was gathered in a sophisticated bun. Her eyes were green, intense, and slightly slanted. She had an air of natural superiority and contained sensuality.

—Good evening —she said in a low, cultured voice—. My name is Valeria. I believe you were just with my… teacher.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

—Teacher?

Valeria smiled subtly and entered without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind her.

—I am her disciple. The woman you were with tonight has been training me for two years. Tantra, extreme pleasure, control of the body and mind… She taught me everything. And tonight, after you left, she called me and told me you had been… exceptional.

She slowly removed her coat. Underneath she wore only black transparent lingerie: a corset that barely contained her full breasts and a tiny thong. Her body was slender but with pronounced curves, golden skin, and endless legs.

—She sent me here —Valeria continued, approaching until she was a few centimeters from him—. She told me you deserved a second round… but with me. She said you would like to see how her best student applies everything she learned from her.

She stopped in front of him and looked him directly in the eyes.

—She also told me what you did to her… and what she did to you. —She lowered her voice to a whisper—: I want you to do the same to me… and more. I want you to compare.

Valeria slid a hand across his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

—Or would you prefer me to show you first what she taught me?

He observed her in silence for a few seconds, evaluating her. Then he took her hand and moved it away firmly but without rudeness.

—Show me —he said in a deep voice.

Valeria smiled with satisfaction. She turned around and walked slowly to the center of the living room. She removed her heels with elegance and knelt gracefully on the rug, sitting on her heels. With precise, ritualistic movements, she undid her bun and let her long, straight dark brown hair fall over her back.

—My teacher taught me that true pleasure begins with total surrender —she murmured.

She leaned forward, placing her hands on the floor, and crawled sensually toward him until she was at his feet. She looked up and, without breaking eye contact, began to unbutton his pants. She took out his cock, still heavy and semi-erect from the memories of the previous night, and held it with both hands.

—She told me you like it deep… and dirty —she whispered.

Without preamble, she took his member into her mouth with hunger. It wasn’t gentle. She sucked him hard, going down almost halfway on the first movement, using a lot of saliva. Her mouth was hot and expert. She worked with impeccable technique: tongue swirling around the head, relaxed throat to take him deeper, one hand massaging his balls with perfect pressure.

He let out a low grunt and placed a hand on her head, guiding her. Valeria sped up, making wet, obscene sounds as she sucked him with devotion.

Suddenly she stopped, stood up, and looked at him with bright eyes.

—I want you to use me like you used her.

She turned around, bent over the back of the sofa, and lifted her perfect ass toward him. With both hands she spread her buttocks, revealing a pink and perfectly shaved anus.

—Here —she said—. I want you to start where you finished with her.

He needed no further invitation. He positioned himself behind her, spat on his cock, and pushed his thick shaft against Valeria’s anus. She let out a long, trembling moan as the thick head opened her, entering slowly but without pause.

—Fuck… yes… —she panted, pushing back to take him deeper.

He grabbed her by the hips and began to fuck her with deep, controlled thrusts, each one getting stronger. The living room filled with the wet sounds of his cock entering and leaving her tight ass.

Valeria turned her head and looked at him with a dark smile:

—My teacher was right… you’re big. Now fuck me harder. I want her to know tomorrow how well I learned.

He didn’t respond with words. He simply grabbed her brown hair firmly, pulling her head back, and thrust with brutality. His thick cock entered her anus to the hilt in a single stroke, drawing a hoarse scream of pleasure and pain from her.

—That’s how you like it, right? —he growled, beginning to fuck her with savage force.

Every thrust was deep and violent. He pulled out almost his entire cock and drove it back in with rage, making her buttocks slap loudly against his hips. Valeria’s anus opened obscenely around his girth, becoming more dilated and red each time. A thread of saliva ran down the corner of her mouth as she moaned like a bitch in heat.

—Harder… break my ass! —she begged between gasps.

He released her hair only to give her a hard spank that echoed throughout the living room. Then another, and another. Valeria’s buttocks quickly turned red. He grabbed her by the hips with both hands and fucked her like an animal, penetrating her with fury, making his cock enter and exit completely from her dilated anus.

Suddenly he pulled out of her. Valeria protested with a frustrated moan, but he pushed her roughly onto the sofa, putting her on all fours. He spat abundantly on her already open anus and thrust back in with one stroke, fucking her even more savagely.

Valeria was losing control. Her pussy dripped abundantly onto the sofa, creating a dark puddle. He inserted two fingers into her soaking wet pussy while continuing to fuck her ass, fucking both of her holes at the same time.

—You’re a dirty whore, just like your teacher… —he growled.

—Yes… I’m her whore… and now I’m yours —she panted, her voice broken.

He pulled his cock out of Valeria’s anus, put her on her knees on the floor in front of him, and shoved his cock straight into her mouth, still hot and tasting of her own ass. He fucked her throat hard, holding her head with both hands, making her drool and gag. Thick strands of saliva ran down her chin and between her breasts.

When he could no longer hold back, he lifted her, threw her face up on the dining table, and raised her legs until her knees almost touched her shoulders. In that completely exposed position, he spat on her anus and penetrated her again with violence.

He fucked her like that for several minutes, watching how his thick cock entered and exited that tight, dirty ass. Valeria had her eyes rolled back, her mouth open, and moaned uncontrollably. Her pussy expelled small jets of pleasure every time he hit bottom.

—I want you to cum inside… fill my ass like you filled hers —she begged, almost voiceless.

He accelerated brutally, sweating, growling like an animal. With one final savage thrust, he buried his cock to the balls and came hard inside her anus. Thick, hot jets of semen flooded her interior while he roared with pleasure. He kept thrusting as he ejaculated, emptying himself completely inside her.

When he finished, he slowly pulled out his cock. Valeria’s anus remained open, red and swollen, letting a thick river of white semen run down her pussy and drip to the floor.

Valeria, still trembling, looked at him with glassy eyes and a satisfied smile.

—My teacher… is going to be proud… —she whispered.

Valeria was still trembling on the table, with her open anus dripping thick semen, when she let out a low, almost hoarse laugh. She slowly sat up, looking at him with an expression that was no longer submissive.

She wiped a thread of semen from her leg with two fingers and brought them to her mouth, sucking them while watching him.

—You’re good… very good —she said in a calm voice—. But it was about time you knew.

He frowned, still catching his breath, his semi-erect cock glistening with fluids.

—What are you talking about?

Valeria got off the table with feline elegance. She no longer seemed like the submissive disciple. Her posture changed—more dominant, more confident.

—I’m not her disciple —she said with a cold smile—. I’m her daughter.

Silence fell like a weight in the living room.

—She conceived me when she was 19. She’s been training me since I was 18. Everything you know about her… I know it better. Every man who enters that room, every technique, every fetish… I’ve seen it and practiced it.

She approached him slowly, completely naked, with semen still running down her thighs.

—Tonight wasn’t a coincidence. She chose you. I chose you. We wanted to see how far you could go… and if you would be capable of fucking me with the same brutality with which you fuck her.

He looked at her fixedly, processing the information. A mix of surprise, excitement, and distrust crossed his face.

—And the most twisted part… —Valeria continued, bringing her mouth to his ear—, is that she is listening to everything right now.

She nodded toward a small black device on the living room table.

—She’s in her room, touching herself while listening to how you destroyed my ass. She loves this. It excites her to know that her own daughter is receiving the same as her… or even harder.

Valeria gently bit his earlobe and whispered:

—Do you want to say hello? She’s waiting for your voice… and maybe for you to tell her how full you left my ass.

She took the device, activated it, and placed it on the table.

A soft, familiar breathing could be heard on the other side.

The voice of the woman with the wavy black hair sounded low and full of desire:

—Tell me… is my daughter a better whore than me?