She walked into the bar like she owned the night — black nylon stockings, lace panties hugging her waist, a garter belt framing her perfect ass, and heels that clicked like a countdown to surrender.
He never stood a chance.
Moments later, in a luxury hotel suite in the heart of London, she played soft music and began to move — slow, sensual, divine.
Aphrodite danced not to entertain… but to awaken.
With every sway of her hips, the air thickened with lust.
She teased him with her power, her wetness, her control — until he broke.
He pulled her close and slid into her like he was meant to worship her.
She rode him like a goddess on fire.
Sucked him deep, heels still on, eyes full of hunger.
He bent her over in those perfect stockings and fucked her hard — doggy, missionary, no holding back.
And when the moment came…
She wrapped herself around him and took it all inside, draining his soul like only a goddess could.
Aphrodite didn’t come for love.
