THE SHOW GIRL +18 (Secret Mission!)

Leader wolf 01! 🔥🔥🔥

After a brief smile, he picked me up and carried me. As his lips left small kisses on my neck, we moved toward a dimly lit room. Inside, the crackling fireplace flames danced, creating a light show. As we passed the bed, I looked at his face. With a sweet smile, he laid me down on the large chair directly opposite the fireplace. With a look of surprise, I looked at his face as if to say, "Why?"

He began to speak as he unbuttoned his shirt:

"I noticed you love fire. Sometimes you watch candlelight, sometimes fireflies, sometimes the fire itself... This time, I want to give you the most beautiful form of pleasure. That's why I chose this place," he said.

He had completely removed his shirt, leaning his knee on the armchair, standing over me. I don't know if it was the angle I was at or the atmosphere, but I was mesmerized. His broad shoulders, muscular arms, prominent chest muscles, veiny neck, and sharp lines of his abdominal muscles extending down to his groin... I couldn't take my eyes off him.

Okay, I get it, you used to be a soldier, but what is this body? I thought to myself. I could sit here all night just admiring him like this. But tonight, I had no intention of just watching...

As if sensing my admiration while watching him, his lips curved. "I guess you like the view," he said with a flirtatious smile.

Unable to control myself, I reached out with my foot toward his large body standing over me. My toes roamed over his chest muscles. He stared, watching my fingers move.

I licked my lips gently with my tongue so he could see and murmured;

"You know I like to watch, you're not playing fair," I said.

He took a deep breath, his face hardened. He took my leg, which was roaming his torso, wrapped it around his waist, and pressed his body against mine.

"What if I volunteered to be your model, so you could just watch me now, drive me crazy, enchant me with your dance?!"

His raspy breath and his manhood pressing against my legs had already made me wet. His body seemed to say, "I'm ready." I wrapped my hands around his neck and ran them through his hair. I buried my lips in his neck and reached his ear with tiny kisses and bites.

"I'll think about it after tonight. Now show me how much pleasure you can give me, Emir Kara!" I whispered.

He took my hand and guided it to his c**k, his breath caressing my face. He leaned down on my neck, pushed my hair off my shoulder, and took my earlobe in his mouth. My whole body was trembling with pleasure. He leaned in and said, "Touch me, baby. While I devour every inch of you, touch me and get me ready!"

His masculine scent, his touch, and his c**k, which was already making me tremble with pleasure, had me completely shaken. It was so pleasurable. But I wanted to take this pleasure to even greater heights. I leaned into his ear and said, "Can you play some music for me? I want to dance for you."

His eyes sparkled with wild pleasure. He had already become obsessed with me after seeing me dance that day. It was normal for him to enjoy it so much. But this time, I was going to watch him.

He turned on the music player on the console and started a very powerful slow song. With his naked upper body and muscular lines, he walked over and sat down on the chair in front of the fireplace.

I stood directly opposite him and began swaying my hips to the rhythm, my hands roaming over my body. I gathered my hair at the top with my hand and tossed it back, his gaze growing increasingly wild. Realizing this, I became even more aroused and slowly pulled off the blouse I was wearing. Now my firm breasts with their prominent n*****s were in front of him.

He had spread his legs, leaning back in the chair, his masculine features clearly visible. He groaned deeply, brought his hand to his c**k, stroking it over his pants as if trying to calm himself.

Ahh, it was so pleasurable that I moved towards him and pressed his hand against his c**k.

"I want to watch you stroke yourself," I said.

His lips curled, he spread himself out on the chair, unzipped his fly, and took out his c**k. Its huge, thick, veiny state took my breath away. He took it in his hand and stroked it back and forth.

I lay down on the floor, spread my legs toward him, and started dancing. Just watching him was almost enough to make me come. But I had to wait and come with the pleasure of his womanhood inside me.

Then I reached down and pulled off my sweatpants. Now, with my small hips, I turned my back to him and bent over toward him.

"Ahh f**k, I want to fill you up!" he cried out.

I started walking towards him and lay down on top of him, running my hands over his body.

"I'm about to go crazy, come on, take me now," I cried out.

Moaning, he leaned his head back with a deep breath and suddenly got up quickly and pushed me face down onto the couch. He kneaded and squeezed my hips with his big hands, his bare c**k pounding my hips.

I moaned with pleasure, responding to the sound of him licking my ears. "Ahh, you're driving me crazy," he murmured.

He moved his hand from my hips to my thighs, pulled the tiny crotch of my thong aside with his hand, and began to caress my womanhood.

It was such a deep pleasure. I involuntarily tensed up and surrendered to the trembling of my legs. Then he leaned over me and began caressing my womanhood with one hand and my breasts with the other. Leaning close to my ear, he said, "Don't hold back your moans from me, the night will be long, let's indulge in pleasure."

His voice was so masculine and intoxicating that the juices of my womanhood began to flow onto his hand.

His weight on me increased, and he bit my neck. "Looks like you're ready, baby," he said.

He thrust his hard c**k into my p***y, which he had spread open with his hand. I gasped with a deep moan. Now, with my hips pressed against his crotch, the reflection of his huge body in the fireplace light was driving me wild, our breathing gradually quickening. And I was literally on fire...

This madly passionate ceremony lasted until the first light of dawn. Alara, exhausted and sated, had fallen asleep in Emir's arms. Their naked bodies found peace in the warmth of each other's embrace, while Emir's mind was in constant turmoil.

How could he be so deeply affected? How could he surrender himself to someone like this?

He whispered silently to himself:

"Did I deserve to be loved?

After all this sin and all this blood spilled?

He knew the answer. Of course not. But still, he couldn't escape this feeling that drew him to her. While wrestling with the darkness inside him, Alara's presence seemed to lighten all that weight.

Hours later, Alara opened her eyes. The effects of last night's intense passion and pleasure still lingered in her body; her whole body had awakened with a sweet tingling sensation. When she lifted her head slightly and moved, her eyes fell on Emir's face. A strange happiness filled her.

How could such a strong and imposing man sleep with such an innocent expression? Smiling slightly, she murmured, "Incredible," and giggled.

She began tracing Emir's face with her finger; it slid down from his eyebrows, over his neck, and onto his chest. But something caught her attention. Last night, when she touched Emir's skin, she had thought the bump she felt was a knife scar. After all, it was clear he had a dark past.

But now, in the morning light, she could see more clearly: it was a tattoo!

Alara paused for a moment and began to think. She made a plan to examine the tattoo more closely. She glanced around and saw the filter coffee paper on the bar. She got up quietly, trying not to wake Emir, took the paper, poured a little alcohol on the tattoo, and pressed lightly. Just then, Emir stirred, so she quickly pulled her hands away and ran to the counter. She sprinkled coffee on it and looked at the shape that appeared on the paper:

It was a wolf's head surrounded by 18 stars!

It was exactly the tattoo Bora had mentioned. But that wasn't all. There was something written under the tattoo, but it wasn't clear enough. She squinted, trying to make it out. After a while, she noticed it.

"01."

Was it a number? A code? Was 01 the beginning, or was 1 the end? Alara couldn't spend any more time trying to figure out this mystery. She quickly crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash, then returned to Emir's side. She turned to lie down next to him on the bed, hugged him, and rested her head on his chest.

After last night, there was only one thing on her mind: how this huge and dangerous man could harbor such childlike vulnerability inside him. She had seen a lonely child more than a killer.

Alara felt the boundaries between them slowly dissolving. Emotions were now intertwined. She took a deep breath and murmured to herself:

"I hope you come out clean when it's all over.''