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Savage Seduction: The Art of the Unpolished Touch

In the darkest corner of a seedy bar, where the neon lights cast an eerie glow and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, cigarettes, and cheap whiskey, she waited. He was late, but that only added to the anticipation. She'd heard stories about him, whispers of a man who knew how to bring out the wildest desires in those brave enough to surrender to his touch.

As he finally arrived, she felt her heart race. His dark eyes scanned her body, taking in every curve and crevice as if committing them to memory. He moved closer, his fingers lightly brushing against the skin of her exposed throat. The contact sent shivers down her spine, and she could feel a wetness pooling between her legs.

He spoke first, his voice deep and gravelly, "I've heard about you, too. They say you know how to satisfy a man. Tonight, I want you to show me what all the fuss is about."

She nodded, unable to speak. The desire coursing through her was overwhelming, and she needed him now more than ever. He led her to a private corner of the bar, away from prying eyes, and they began to undress each other.

His hands were rough but gentle as he explored every inch of her body, caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples until they stood erect against her skin. His mouth followed suit, suckling on one breast while his fingers found their way between her legs. She was already soaking wet, and he knew it.

He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes as he spoke, "You're a dirty girl, aren't you? You like it rough, don't you?"

She nodded again, unable to speak beyond the moans that escaped her lips with each touch of his fingers against her swollen pussy. He pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them to find her G-spot as he continued to suck on her nipples. She arched her back, thrusting herself onto his fingers, begging for more.

He pulled away from her breasts, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I bet you like it even rougher than that, don't you?"

She nodded once more, too lost in the sensation to speak. He knew she needed him now more than ever, so he wasted no time in unbuttoning his pants and revealing his massive erection. It was thick and long, already leaking precum at the sight of her eager body.

He pushed her against the wall, pinning her arms above her head as he positioned himself between her spread legs. His cockhead brushed against her wet pussy before he slowly entered her, inch by inch. She gasped as he filled her completely, her entire body trembling with the force of his thrusts.

He grabbed onto her hips, holding her steady while he pounded into her relentlessly. Every time he pulled out, she could feel his cockhead dragging against the sensitive flesh of her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She cried out, begging for release as he continued to fuck her hard and fast.

Then, without warning, he stopped. He pulled out completely, leaving her feeling empty and desperate. "Not yet," he whispered, teasingly. "I want you to beg for it."

She was at his mercy now, pleading with him to give her what she needed. "Please," she begged, "fuck me hard, just like that."

He smirked as he slid back inside her, picking up the pace until he was slamming into her with brutal force. Her cries of ecstasy filled the small room, and she could feel the orgasm building within her. She knew it wouldn't be long now, but he wasn't done yet.

He grabbed onto her waist, holding her steady as he reached down between her legs. His finger found her clit again, rubbing against it with each thrust of his cock. The sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel the orgasm rising quickly within her. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he finally released her, letting her climax wash over her in a series of powerful waves.

Her body convulsed around him as she came, shouting out his name while he continued to fuck her relentlessly. He could feel the warmth of her pussy clenching tightly around his cock, milking every last drop of pleasure from him. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.

He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily as they both lay there in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat-soaked skin. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and neither of them wanted to move just yet. They knew that this encounter would forever be etched into their memories - a testament to the raw, unbridled passion that had brought them together in that dark corner of the bar.

In the end, they left the seedy bar hand-in-hand, knowing that they'd both found something special tonight: the art of the unpolished touch, and the savage seduction that comes with it.