Tess stood in front of her bedroom mirror, her heart pounding with anticipation. She slipped the skin-tight golden lace dress over her curves, the fabric hugging her 36DD breasts and barely covering her ass. Underneath, white lacy lingerie cradled her body, gold panties and bra, accentuating her smooth skin. She rolled white thigh-high pantyhose up her legs, the silk whispering against her thighs, then stepped into 5-inch stilettos that made her legs look endless. Long red hair cascaded down her back as she applied red lipstick, smacking her lips together. Makeup done—smoky eyes, flushed cheeks—she grabbed her purse and headed out, driving her car toward the massive Texas truck stop as the sun dipped low, dinnertime buzzing with truckers and travelers.
Bruce Lee Chang lounged in his office, eyes flicking to the security monitors. The largest truck stop in Texas was his empire, built from his MMA fortune—muscles still rippled under his shirt from years of fighting. There she was: a stunning redhead in gold lace strutting through the lot, past the office, restaurant, and bar. Her ass swayed in that dress, heels clicking. No way she was lost. Curiosity and hunger stirred in his gut. He stood, all 6'2" of dominant power, washboard abs flexing as he adjusted his thick 10-inch cock in his pants, and headed out to find her.
Tess weaved through the crowded steakhouse bar, feeling eyes on her. She ordered a drink, the thrill of her secret—her cock tucked snug in gold panties—making her bold. Then he appeared: Bruce, towering and muscular, his dark eyes raking her up and down. 'You lost, sweetheart?' he asked, voice deep and commanding.
Bruce couldn't tear his gaze away. Her red lips, those tits straining the dress—fuck, she was the hottest thing here. When she said she'd just eaten alone at the bar, he smirked. 'Women like you shouldn't eat alone. Join me. I own this place—the truck stop, restaurant, bar. Name's Bruce.' He led her to a secluded booth, signaling the waiter for two steaks, rare.
Tess slid into the booth, her thigh brushing his leg. Bruce talked MMA—how he fought competitively, turned winnings into this empire. His voice rumbled, turning her on. Midway through the juicy steak, she kicked off her stilettos under the table, her stockinged foot sliding up his calf to his crotch. She rubbed his thickening cock through his pants, feeling it swell to rock hard. Impressed by his power, she leaned closer, her hand now stroking him openly.
Bruce gripped his fork tighter as her foot teased his dick, the pressure building. She was seductive, confident—no hesitation. When she moved in, lips crashing against his in a hungry kiss, tongues tangling, he groaned into her mouth. Passion surged; he tasted steak and her lipstick, his hand squeezing her thigh. Dinner forgotten, he pulled back just enough. 'Let's get out of here.' Envy burned in the stares of every man as he led her through the restaurant to his office.
Tess's pulse raced as Bruce locked the front office door. He spun her against it, kissing her passionately, hands roaming her ass, lifting the golden dress to expose her white lingerie and gold panties. She rubbed his pants furiously, his cock throbbing under her palm, near bursting. 'You're the hottest woman in this truck stop,' he growled against her neck.
Bruce's blood roared. Her ass felt perfect in his grip, firm and ready. He ground against her hand, loving how she stroked him to steel hardness. She dropped to her knees, eyes locked on his, unzipping his pants. His thick 10-inch cock sprang free, veined and heavy. Tess wrapped her red lips around the head, sucking deep, tongue swirling the shaft as she bobbed with fury, taking him to the back of her throat. She held him there, gagging slightly, then pulled back to kiss his golf-ball-sized balls, licking and sucking with raw passion. Up and down she went, long and throbbing, driving him to ecstasy—his hands fisting her red hair, hips bucking.
Tess moaned around his cock, the taste of his precum salty on her tongue. He was huge, filling her mouth, making her own cock twitch in her panties. Bruce hauled her up, kissing her hard, tasting himself on her lips. He lifted her onto the desk, rubbing her bulge through the gold panties, feeling her hard cock leak. 'Fuck, you're full of surprises,' he muttered, but she was all woman to him now.
Bruce carried her to the back office, kicking open the door to his king-size bed. He stripped her dress off, exposing her lacy white lingerie, thigh highs, and those massive tits. Tess writhed as he pushed her down, spreading her legs. He lubed up quickly, then slammed his thick cock into her tight ass, fucking her hard like a machine. She screamed like a banshee, her body arching as he stroked her cock in rhythm.
Tess clawed the sheets, his dominance overwhelming—pounding like a jackhammer, slow at first, then speeding up, stretching her ass wide. 'More! Fuck me harder!' she begged, her voice high and desperate. He lifted her, spinning her around, her legs wrapping his waist as she rode his cock standing, bouncing furiously for minutes, then sinking onto the bed. She ground down, ass clenching his shaft, kissing him sloppily, arching her back to take him deeper. Sweat poured off them, soaking the bed, her tits heaving.
Bruce gripped her hips, thrusting up relentlessly—45 minutes of raw pounding, her screams echoing. He dominated every inch, feeling her ass milk him. She rode like a wild thing, legs locked, then on the bed, slamming down, their bodies slapping wetly. Kisses turned frantic, tongues battling as sweat dripped. Finally, he couldn't hold—'Gonna cum!'—and exploded, bucket-loads of hot cum flooding her ass in a massive creampie, overflowing as he kept pumping.
Tess collapsed against him, kissing passionately, her body trembling from the intensity. Her own cock spurted over his abs, waves of pleasure crashing. Bruce held her close, his muscular arms possessive. 'You're incredible. I'm looking for a receptionist for the front office. Take the job—you dress like that, we'll have lots of fun. Free meals, perks, and me whenever you want.'
Tess smiled, tracing his abs, already craving round two. The night was just starting.
Tess's fingers lingered on Bruce's sweat-slicked abs, her body still humming from the massive creampie leaking out of her ass. The job offer hung in the air, exciting her almost as much as his thick cock had. She wanted more—needed him to dominate her again, to make her scream. As if reading her mind, Bruce's eyes darkened with hunger. He scooped her up from the bed, her thigh-highs slipping slightly, and carried her back to the desk in the corner of the office. The air was thick with their mingled scents—sweat, cum, and her perfume.
Bruce's muscles flexed as he set her down, gently he grabbed her hips roughly, flipping her over the desk face-first. Her massive 36DD tits pressed against the cool wood, golden lace dress hiked up around her waist, exposing her white lingerie and the gold panties pushed aside. She trembled, anticipation coiling tight in her gut, her own cock hardening again in the sticky mess of her release. His strong hands spread her ass cheeks wide, thumbs digging into her soft flesh, pulling her open. She felt exposed, vulnerable, her tight hole still slick from his earlier load, twitching for more.
Bruce stared at her perfect ass, the way it quivered under his grip. Fuck, she was addictive—this cross-dressing vixen with her long red hair spilling over the desk. His 10-inch cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their juices, throbbed back to life. He spat on her hole for good measure, rubbing the head of his dick against it, teasing her. No more waiting. With a grunt, he slammed forward, burying his thick shaft deep into her willing ass in one brutal thrust. The tightness gripped him like a vice, her walls clenching around every veined inch.
Tess gasped, her body jolting as his cock stretched her wide, filling her completely. The raw pleasure hit like lightning, pain mixing with ecstasy as he bottomed out, his heavy balls slapping her thighs. She trembled harder, nails scraping the desk, her red lips parting in a moan that echoed off the office walls. 'Oh fuck, yes! Pound me!' Her voice came out high and desperate, her ass pushing back instinctively, craving the dominance only he could give.
Bruce gripped her hips harder, bruises forming under his fingers, and started pounding relentlessly. Each thrust was brutal, his muscular body driving forward like a piston, slamming his thick cock deep into her ass over and over. The desk creaked under them, papers scattering, as he dominated her completely—short, hard strokes turning into long, punishing ones that made her body rock. Sweat dripped from his washboard abs onto her back, his grunts mixing with the wet slaps of skin on skin. She was his now, tight and willing, taking every inch like she was made for it.
Tess moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the raw pleasure crashing through her. His rhythm was merciless, each powerful thrust hitting that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyes. Her cock dangled hard between her legs, leaking precum onto the floor, untouched but throbbing with need. She arched her back, pushing her ass higher, her thigh-highs sliding down slightly from the force. 'Harder, Bruce! Fuck my ass like you own it!' The words spilled out in ecstasy, her body surrendering to the pounding, every nerve alight with urgent heat.
Bruce's hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back onto his cock as he drove deeper, faster. Her begs fueled him, his alpha instincts roaring. He leaned over her, one hand tangling in her red hair, yanking her head back to expose her neck. Biting down lightly, he growled, 'You love this thick dick wrecking your hole, don't you?' His thrusts grew savage, hips snapping with MMA-honed power, burying himself to the hilt each time. Her ass milked him, slick with cum and lube, the friction building that familiar pressure in his balls.
Tess's moans turned to screams, her body shaking as waves of pleasure built to a fever pitch. The desk edge dug into her stomach, but she didn't care—only his cock mattered, splitting her open, dominating her in the most primal way. Romance flickered in the roughness; his grip felt possessive, like he was claiming her for good. Her own cock twitched, close to exploding from the anal pounding alone. 'Don't stop! I'm yours—fuck me forever!' She reached back, clawing at his thigh, urging him on, sweat soaking her lingerie.
Bruce felt her tightening around him, her desperation pushing him closer. He straightened, both hands on her ass now, spreading her wider as he hammered down. The office filled with the obscene sounds—her loud moans, his heavy breaths, the relentless slap of his balls against her. He wanted to fill her again, mark her as his receptionist slut. But he held back, savoring the control, watching her body writhe under his brutal rhythm.
Tess's body shuddered violently beneath Bruce's relentless assault, her gasps ripping from her throat in sharp, needy bursts. The desk bit into her hips, but the pain only sharpened the fire in her ass where his thick 10-inch cock hammered deep. Sweat poured down her back, soaking the golden lace of her dress bunched around her waist. Her long red hair clung to her neck, and she reached up blindly, fingers tangling fiercely in his dark hair, yanking him closer. God, she needed his mouth, his dominance swallowing her whole.
Bruce felt her pull, her nails scraping his scalp as she dragged him down. Her desperation ignited him, his muscles coiling tighter. He leaned over her bent form, his washboard abs flexing against her back, the scent of their sweat and cum thick in the air. Her ass clenched around his pounding cock, milking him with every brutal thrust, and he growled low, loving how she surrendered.
Tess crashed her red lips against his in a desperate, sloppy kiss, tongues tangling messy and urgent. She tasted salt and him—his precum from earlier, her own lipstick smearing across his mouth. Her moans vibrated into the kiss, muffled but wild, as his hips snapped forward, slamming his thick shaft balls-deep into her stretched hole. The mix of pain from the stretch and the raw pleasure exploding inside her made her head spin; she craved this ownership, his alpha force turning her into a quivering mess.
The kiss broke with a wet gasp from Tess, but Bruce dove back in, biting her lower lip hard enough to sting. His hands gripped her 36DD tits through the lace bra, squeezing roughly as he drove his cock deeper, the friction burning hot. She was his perfect slut, cross-dressed and begging, and he reveled in breaking her open again, his balls tightening with the urge to flood her once more.
Sliding her hand down between them, Tess wrapped her fingers around the base of Bruce's slick cock where it pistoned in and out of her ass. She stroked what she could grasp, feeling the veins pulse under her palm, urging him on with a squeeze. 'Harder, fuck—wreck my ass!' she begged against his mouth, her voice breaking. The pain flared sharply as he responded, but it twisted into ecstasy, her own cock throbbing untouched, leaking onto the desk. She arched back, pushing her white-stockinged thighs wider, lost in the domination that made her feel alive, claimed.
Bruce's breath hitched at her touch, her hand guiding him like she owned his dick, but he was the one in control. He pulled back slightly, then rammed forward with savage force, his thick length splitting her wider, the head battering her depths. Pain and pleasure blurred for her—he could see it in her trembling, hear it in her cries—and it fueled his MMA-honed power. He slapped her ass cheek hard, the crack echoing, leaving a red mark on her pale skin. 'Take it all, you needy bitch,' he snarled, pounding fiercer, each thrust a claim on her body.
Tess surrendered completely to the craving, her body a live wire under his domination. The pain from his slaps and the brutal stretch of her ass mixed with the overwhelming pleasure, waves crashing through her core. She moaned loudly, uninhibited screams filling the office—'Yes, Bruce! Pound me nonstop, own this hole!'—her fingers digging into the desk as she rocked back, meeting every slam. Her lingerie clung wetly, gold panties twisted aside, and romance flickered in the roughness; his possession felt like fate, her cross-dressing fantasy made real by this muscular god.
He gripped her hips again, thumbs bruising as he angled deeper, his cock dragging against her walls with wet, obscene squelches. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her back, mixing with hers, and he leaned in to nip her earlobe. Her begs drove him wild, his alpha side roaring to dominate until she shattered. The pressure built in his balls, heavy and insistent, but he held off, savoring her total submission, the way her ass gripped him like it never wanted to let go.
Tess's world narrowed to the fire in her ass, the intoxicating burn of pain sharpening every thrust's pleasure. She trembled, legs shaking in her thigh-highs, her 36DD breasts heaving with each breath. 'Don't stop—fuck me harder, make me yours forever!' Her voice was raw, pleading, as she clawed at his arm, pulling him impossibly closer. The desk groaned under them, papers fluttering to the floor, but nothing mattered except his thick cock ravaging her, the dominance she craved pushing her toward the edge. Her own cock pulsed, desperate for release, but she held it, wanting only his command to tip her over.
Bruce's thrusts turned erratic, fiercer, his muscular frame glistening as he hammered into her. He tangled one hand in her red hair again, yanking her head back to expose her throat, sucking a mark there possessively. Her moans were music, her body yielding perfectly to his power, and he felt the romance in it too—this wasn't just fucking; it was binding her to him, his receptionist slut in the making. But he wasn't done; he wanted her screaming louder, begging until she broke.
Tess's fingers tightened around Bruce's slick cock, slick with her ass juices and his precum, as she twisted her head to glare up at him through sweat-matted red hair. The yank on her hair sent sparks down her spine, but she wasn't done submitting—not yet. She wanted to flip the script, make this alpha beg for her command in the heat of their fuck. 'Pull out, Bruce—now,' she gasped, her voice husky and demanding, red lips parted. Her ass clenched empty as he obeyed, his thick 10-inch shaft sliding free with a wet pop, leaving her hole gaping and throbbing. She spun on the desk, facing him, her 36DD breasts heaving in the gold lace bra, and grabbed his cock again, stroking hard from base to tip. 'Suck it? No, you're gonna fuck me harder while I take this monster down my throat.' Her eyes locked on his, seductive fire burning as she leaned forward, tongue flicking out to lap at the head, tasting her own ass on him.
Bruce's chest heaved, muscles rippling under his skin as he watched Tess seize control, her hand pumping his cock like she owned it. The switch ignited something primal in him—his MMA instincts to dominate warred with the thrill of her boldness, this cross-dressed vixen turning the tables. He growled low, but his body betrayed him, hips bucking into her grip. 'Demanding little slut,' he muttered, voice rough with lust, but he stepped closer, letting her guide his throbbing length toward her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the head, sucking hard, and he felt her tongue swirl over the slit, drawing out more precum. Fuck, she was filthy perfection, her white thigh-highs still hugging her legs as she perched on the desk edge. He gripped her shoulders, ready to obey her twisted command, his balls aching to bury back inside her.
Tess moaned around his cock, the salty tang of him filling her mouth as she bobbed deep, taking half his length in one go, her throat relaxing to swallow more. She pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her red lips to his veiny shaft. 'Harder, faster—pound my ass like you mean it while I choke on this fat dick!' she demanded, arching her back to present her ass again, gold panties shoved aside, her own cock leaking onto the desk. The roleplay thrilled her—this dominant truckstop king bending to her will, even as she craved his power. She sucked him back in, bobbing furiously, her free hand spreading her cheeks wide, inviting the slam.
Bruce's control snapped at her words, her mouth a hot, wet vice sucking him toward the edge. He obeyed with brutal force, yanking her hips forward and slamming his cock back into her ass in one savage thrust, the head breaching her tight ring and burying deep. 'Like this, you greedy whore?' he snarled, his voice echoing in the office as he set a punishing pace, hips snapping forward relentlessly. Her moans vibrated around his shaft as she sucked harder, controlling the depth by pulling him in with her mouth while her ass clenched to match his rhythm. Sweat poured down his washboard abs, dripping onto her back, the scent of their raw fuck thick and musky. He tangled fingers in her long red hair, fucking her face and ass in sync, her 36DD tits bouncing with each brutal pound.
Tess's world blurred into ecstasy, Bruce's thick cock stretching her ass wide while she gagged on the rest, spit drooling down her chin onto her lace-covered breasts. She controlled the pace, humming around him to urge deeper thrusts, her body trembling as pain twisted into blinding pleasure. 'Yes—fuck, just like that! Deeper, you beast!' she mumbled around his shaft, popping off briefly to gasp before diving back, kissing and licking his heavy balls, sucking one into her mouth with sloppy passion. The romance simmered beneath the filth—his obedience to her demands made her feel powerful, desired, her cross-dressing fantasy alive in this sweaty domination dance. Her own cock throbbed, untouched but pulsing with need, as she rocked back to meet his slams.
Bruce thrust brutally, each pound shaking the desk, her ass gripping him like a vice as she moaned and sucked, dictating his speed with her greedy mouth. The control she wielded drove him wild, his alpha side loving the challenge. 'Control me all you want, Tess—I'll wreck you anyway,' he grunted, pulling out suddenly and flipping her over onto her back with MMA ease, her legs splaying wide. He spread her thighs, white pantyhose stretching taut, exposing her dripping pussy and ass, both glistening with lube and sweat. Her gold dress hiked up, lingerie askew, and he dove in, tongue lashing flat against her wet folds, rimming her pussy deep before sliding lower to circle her puckered asshole.
Tess cried out, back arching off the desk as Bruce's tongue plunged into her pussy, lapping at the slick juices, then delving into her ass with filthy hunger, exploring the stretched rim where his cock had been. 'Oh god, yes—eat me out, Bruce!' she demanded, fingers fisting his hair, grinding her hips up to fuck his face. The sensation was electric, his stubble scraping her sensitive skin, tongue thrusting deep into her ass, tasting their mixed flavors. She felt romantic in the vulnerability, his muscular form worshipping her body, but the urgency built, her body craving the slam back inside. Her cock twitched against her belly, pre-cum smearing the lace.
Bruce rimmed her relentlessly, tongue spearing her ass deep, then switching to suck her pussy lips, drawing out her moans as he savored the tangy wetness. Her demands fueled him, his thick cock throbbing against the desk edge, ready to reclaim her. He lapped broader, tongue exploring every wet fold, her thighs quivering around his head. The power shift excited him—this was their game, rough and passionate, binding them in sweat-soaked lust. Pulling back with a growl, he rose, gripping her hips and slamming his 10-inch cock back into her ass, the thrust mixing with the oral residue, wet and filthy. He pounded hard, alternating shallow licks to her pussy between brutal drives, relentless in the raw anal assault.
Tess screamed, the dual assault shattering her—his cock hammering her ass while his tongue flicked her pussy, the sensations overlapping in overwhelming waves. 'Don't stop—mix it, fuck me and lick me raw!' she begged, legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. The office filled with slaps of skin, her moans echoing, body slick and trembling. Romance pulsed in the intensity, his obedience and dominance weaving into something addictive, her cross-dressed form utterly claimed yet commanding. She clawed his back, urging more, the edge hovering close but not crashing yet.
Tess's body quaked under Bruce's relentless assault, his cock slamming deep into her ass while his tongue lashed her pussy, sending jolts of raw pleasure ripping through her. She seized the moment, her fingers digging into his scalp as she yanked his head up from between her legs. 'Enough teasing, Bruce—fuck me one last time tonight, harder and deeper until I scream like a banshee!' she commanded, her voice a husky growl laced with desperate need. Her long red hair whipped as she sat up on the desk, gold lace dress rumpled around her waist, 36DD breasts spilling from the bra. She grabbed his thick 10-inch cock, slick with her ass juices, and stroked it roughly, eyes locked on his muscular frame. The cross-dressed fire in her burned hot—this alpha would obey her, pounding her into oblivion while she took control of their filthy roleplay.
Bruce's pulse thundered in his ears, Tess's command hitting him like an MMA hook, stirring his dominant core even as he craved her lead. Her hand pumped his shaft hard, veins bulging under her grip, and he growled, obeying without hesitation. 'You want it brutal, slut? I'll destroy that tight ass,' he snarled, scooping her off the desk with ease, his washboard abs flexing as he stood straight, lifting her lithe body like she weighed nothing. He spun her upside down in his arms, her white thigh-highs dangling, stilettos long kicked off. Her red lips hovered near his heavy balls, and she dove in, kissing them sloppily before sucking one deep into her mouth, tongue swirling as she swallowed hard, gagging herself on the salty skin.
Tess moaned around his balls, the world inverted as blood rushed to her head, heightening every sensation. She released them with a pop, then stretched her neck to engulf his cock, swallowing deeply down her throat in one greedy plunge, her nose pressing into his pubes. 'Yes—pound me while I choke on this monster!' she mumbled, vibrations humming along his length. Her own cock throbbed inches from his face, leaking pre-cum onto his chest. The standing position thrilled her, vulnerable yet commanding, her ass exposed and clenching in anticipation as she bobbed furiously, spit dripping down his shaft.
Bruce held her steady, muscles straining as he adjusted her into a full standing 69, her legs over his shoulders. Her ass cheeks spread wide before him, pink and glistening, and he attacked, tongue spearing deep into her puckered hole, rimming the stretched rim with savage laps. He sucked her ass hard, tasting their mixed cum and sweat, then shifted to her cock, engulfing it whole, throat contracting around the base as he bobbed in rhythm with her swallows. 'Fuck, your ass tastes like sin—suck me dry while I devour you,' he grunted against her skin, his free hand slapping her thigh, the sting making her buck. The raw oral frenzy drove him wild, his thick dick pulsing in her throat as he licked and sucked her ass and cock fiercely, alternating between deep thrusts of his tongue and hard pulls on her shaft.
Tess's screams muffled around his cock as Bruce's mouth wrecked her, his tongue fucking her ass deep while he sucked her cock like a vacuum, balls tightening with the building edge. She popped off his shaft gasping, 'God, yes—eat my ass and cock, you filthy beast! Now lie down and let me ride you into the ground!' she demanded, wriggling in his grip until he lowered her, his body obeying her urgent command. The romance flickered in the urgency—their bodies locked in this possessive dance, her cross-dressing fueling the dominant-submissive flip that bound them tighter.
Bruce dropped onto the king-size bed, the sheets already soaked from earlier rounds, his 10-inch cock standing rigid against his abs. He watched Tess straddle him aggressively, her gold panties yanked aside, ass hovering over his tip. 'Ride me hard, Tess—show me how a slut like you takes it,' he taunted, hands gripping her hips as she sank down, her tight ass swallowing his full length in one brutal drop. She leaned forward, crashing her red lips onto his in a sloppy kiss, tongue invading his mouth while she ground down, mixing filthy dirty talk with the thrusts. 'Your cock's splitting me open—fuck, pound up into me, fill my ass with that thick meat!' she hissed against his lips, then arched back, hands on his chest, riding with full savage slams, her 36DD tits bouncing wildly.
Tess screamed like a woman possessed, the rhythm building as she alternated—leaning forward to kiss him deeply, biting his lip, then arching back with a full thrust, her ass clenching around him, nails raking his abs. 'Deeper, Bruce—wreck my hole, make me your cum-dump!' she yelled, voice echoing off the office walls, body slick with sweat. The brutal riding shook the bed, her cock slapping against his belly, untouched but spurting pre-cum. She arched again, head thrown back in ecstasy, then dove down for another kiss, moaning into his mouth as his hips bucked up to meet her, the slaps of skin deafening.
Bruce thrust up brutally, matching her pace, his balls slapping her ass as she rode him like a demon. 'Take it all, you greedy whore—I'm gonna flood that ass!' he roared, gripping her waist tighter, driving deeper with each upward slam. The dirty talk spurred him, with her screams fueling his release. He creampied her hard, thick ropes of cum erupting deep inside her ass, filling her repeatedly as she kept riding through the pulses, milking every drop. 'Fuck—yes, cum in me, Bruce! More!' she wailed, her body shuddering as another wave hit him, cum leaking out around his shaft.
Tess collapsed onto his chest, their sweat-soaked bodies heaving, her lips finding his in a final passionate kiss, tongues tangling slowly and deeply, the romance sealing their raw connection. Bruce held her tight, arms wrapping around her trembling form, both drifting into exhausted sleep, the night wrapping them in sated bliss.
Morning light filtered through the office blinds as Bruce stirred, Tess still curled against his muscular frame, her red hair fanned across his chest. He kissed her forehead, voice rough from the night. 'Get dressed, beautiful—grab some breakfast in the restaurant. Then we start another day... and round two.' His hand squeezed her ass possessively, eyes gleaming with promise, the truckstop outside buzzing with early activity, their passion far from over.
