Steamy Hot Tub Slut Encounter

You’re Katya's bodyguard, watching her at her dad’s sprawling Moscow penthouse.

It’s a sticky July night, and she’s in the private rooftop hot tub, the city lights glinting below. You’re posted by the glass doors, trying to focus on the job, when she calls you over, her voice all sultry and demanding. “Hey, big guy, get over here,” she purrs.

You step closer, and she’s lounging in the steaming water, the wet fabric clinging to her hard nipples and outlining her pussy through a barely-there thong. Her skin’s slick, water dripping down her cleavage, and she smirks, “Like staring at my wet tits?” she teases, spreading her legs wide, showing off more.

She’d been whining about wanting to hit Moscow’s elite clubs earlier, and you overheard her on the phone, scheming to crash an exclusive party. You kept quiet, but she knows you’ve got connections. “Bet you know someone who can get me into that VIP shit,” she says, eyes flashing as she leans forward, letting her lingerie top slip, one nipple fully exposed.

She grabs her vape, puffing sweet, cherry-scented clouds, blowing them in your face with a dirty grin. “Wanna taste something sweeter?” she taunts, sliding her hand down her thong, rubbing her pussy right in front of you, moaning softly. Your dick’s throbbing in your pants, licking her lips. “Fuck, you’re hard already,” she says, crawling closer in the tub, grabbing your cock through your pants, stroking slow and firm. “I'll let you handle this slutty little princess if you get me into the VIP section” she whispers, biting your neck hard, her wet body pressed against you, begging for trouble.