Julius didn't waste even a second.

He saw that cold, killer look locked on Devon's face, the kind that said he was ready to snap necks and jumped right in. He leaned back on the leather couch, smirking wide, whiskey glass in hand.

"You mean the attempt on your life? Hell no, man! Of course it wasn't me. Why you staring like you wanna rip my throat out? You can't do that, right?"

He burst out laughing, a big, booming belly laugh that rolled over the wild moans and wet skin slaps from the VIP orgy all around them.

His eyes twinkled with real amusement, like Devon accusing him was the funniest shit he'd heard all night.

Devon's face didn't crack. Not a smile, not a twitch. Just pure ice, gray eyes boring into Julius like drills. He leaned forward a bit, voice coming out low and sharp. "But you're aware of the attempt?" It wasn't a question, it was a demand, cutting clean through the nearby screams of "Fuck me harder!" from some chick getting her ass double-stuffed.

Julius stopped laughing quick, but that grin stayed glued on. He took a slow sip of whiskey, ice clinking soft.

"Damn right I'm aware. But hell no, it wasn't us. Velvet Circle wants you alive and well, brother. No reason to put a bullet in you, we're all singing your praises up top. Even the big bosses, the higher-ups? They're buzzing about Dr Devon like you're the next gold mine." He spread his hands wide open, palms up, showing he had nothing to hide. Honest as daylight.

Devon frowned deeper, lines cutting into his forehead. He stared hard at Julius, searching every inch of the guy's face for a lie—sweaty brow, shifty eyes, any twitch. But nothing.

Julius sat there cool, meeting the stare head-on, no flinch. Looked like straight-up truth.

Devon shifted in his seat, the leather sticking to his bare ass. "But the Velvet Circle's already on the case?" he asked, voice still cold steel.

"Damn right we are," Julius nodded fast, leaning in now, excited. "Got our best people digging deep. Before 48 hours tick by, we'll know every fucking detail, who ordered the hit, why, where they're hiding. Names, addresses, all of it. Trust me, brother, we'll hand it to you on a silver platter."

Devon stayed quiet for a long beat, letting the words sink in. The booth felt smaller with the VIP chaos pounding around them, a domme nearby cracking her whip CRACK! on some exec's back, his caged cock leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Julius tilted his head, swirling his drink.

"You still got my card from the exhibition? The one I slipped you?"

Devon shook his head slow. "No."

Julius chuckled soft, shaking his head like a dad watching his kid mess up. "Figures. Always losing shit in this game. Alright, gimme your contact right now."

He pulled out his sleek phone, thumb ready. Devon rattled off his number quick. Julius tapped it in, saved it with a beep. "There. When we nail these fuckers chasing you, I'll hit you up first thing. Text, call, whatever. But I'm pretty damn sure we'll sort it before you even wake up tomorrow."

He pocketed the phone, grinning like it was all settled.

Devon didn't say a word. Just sat there, arms crossed over his chiseled chest, jaw tight as rock. Silence hung thick between them, broken only by a wet schlick-schlick from the trophy wives nearby, passing thick cum mouth-to-mouth like it was fine wine.

Julius leaned forward, eyes turning serious, voice dropping low. "Look, they'll do anything to get you in this Circle. Anything. I've seen it all, fat bribes dropped in your lap, threats to your enemies, even pussy on tap 24/7. I know how they operate, inside out." He paused, glancing around at the writhing bodies: a blonde bombshell queefing cum bubbles as two cocks stretched her holes wide.

Devon stayed dead quiet, his gaze drifting over the filth, taking it all in but giving nothing back.

"Why not join us?" Julius pushed harder, voice smooth and tempting. "Wealth? Piles of it—money raining down till you drown. Protection? nobody touches you. Security? For life, brother. Long as your ambition don't clash with theirs, you live like a goddamn king, fulfilled, no worries, every hole and dollar at your feet."

"Why the hell say no to that?"

Devon still didn't answer. Just stared at the floor, jaw clenched so tight it ticked. Julius sighed deep, then snapped his fingers sharp—snap!—cutting through the moans.

"Amara! Get your fine ass over here, babe!"

From across the VIP room, heads turned. Then she moved. Devon knew her right away, Julius's wife from the Bright and Bravest exhibition. Back then, she'd been all classy in a tight dress, arm hooked on Julius, smiling sweet for the cameras. Now? Buck naked, strutting through the elite fuck-fest like she owned every throbbing cock in sight.

And holy shit, she was a walking, breathing fuck-fantasy that hit Devon like a gut punch.

Mid-30s, skin glowing smooth and slick with oil under the pulsing golden lights, curves stacked so thick they begged to be grabbed. Massive EE tits bounced heavy with every step—dark chocolate nipples thick and long like fat erasers, pierced with sparkling diamond studs that flashed and jingled soft.

They swayed hypnotic, slapping her ribcage, begging for hands to squeeze and mouths to suck. Her waist? Snatched tiny, like a corset molded it perfect, flaring out to hips wide as hell and an ass so fat and round it clapped loud—two perfect, juicy globes jiggling like jelly with each sway, cheeks parting just enough to tease her tight pink asshole winking below.

Thighs thick and juicy as fuck, rubbing together with a wet shlick-shlick from the pussy juice already dripping down them in shiny rivers. Her cunt? A shaved, plump masterpiece straight from porn heaven, fat outer lips swollen and puffy pink, inner lips hanging loose and slick like wet petals, clit huge and throbbing like a mini-cock poking out, pulsing with need, leaking thick strands of clear girl-cum that trailed all the way to her knees.

Long black braids swung down her back like a whip, framing a face built for pure sin, full, dick-sucking lips glossed deep purple and parted wet, high cheekbones flushed dark red with heat, and big brown eyes smoldering with raw, animal lust—like she was born to drop and beg for cock right there.

She walked with that pro sway, ass cheeks clapping clap-clap, tits bouncing wild, leaving wet footprints from her soaked thighs.

Every guy and half the women tracked her like predators, cocks twitching, pussies clenching. But when Amara spotted Devon in the booth, she froze mid-step. Surprise flashed big in those brown eyes, then melted straight into pure, starving hunger. She'd been yapping about him to Julius for weeks, no doubt, fantasizing in their bed. She started toward her husband, hips rolling slow, tits swaying side-to-side like a tease.

But Julius's voice boomed out, loud and playful over the slap-slap of nearby fucking. "Dr Devon, the one you've been yapping about non-stop is right here! Why don't you do all them nasty, filthy things you've always wanted with him? Right now!"

Amara's head snapped to Julius, eyes going wide as saucers. "You serious, baby?" she asked, voice husky and thick, a dirty grin tugging her purple lips. Julius nodded hard, smirking wide like he'd won a bet.

She hesitated one beat, biting that plump lower lip, thighs squeezing together as fresh juice dripped plip-plip to the floor.

Then she nodded slow, eyes locking on Devon, burning hotter than the strobes. "Fuck yes," she breathed.

She sauntered over like a panther in heat, every step making her fat ass quake, pussy lips parting slick with a wet schlick, tits heaving hypnotic. The air around her reeked of her arousal, musky, sweet, cock-hardening.

She stopped right in front of Devon, so close he felt the heat rolling off her skin. "If you don't mind," she purred, voice like warm honey and sin, eyes dropping to his thick nine-inch cock, already half-hard from the room's vibe, now jumping to full throbbing mast just for her, veins bulging, head swelling purple.

Devon didn't stop her. Didn't say shit.

Just watched, cool as ice, though his dick betrayed him, leaking a fat bead of pre-cum down the shaft.

Amara dropped to her knees smooth as silk, right on the sticky cum-slick floor, her juicy ass spreading wide as she settled, pussy lips splaying open to show her dripping pink hole.

Her hands slid up his powerful thighs slow, nails scraping light trails that made his skin tingle, eyes locked on that monster cock like it was her god.

"Goddamn, it's even bigger up close," she whispered, licking her purple lips slow and hungry. "Gonna worship this fat dick till you explode."

She started with pure tease, hot breath blowing soft and steady up his shaft, making it twitch and jump like it had a heartbeat. Her long tongue flicked out—flat and wet, tracing one thick vein from heavy balls all the way to the tip, slow as sin, leaving a shiny spit-trail that gleamed.

"Mmm, tastes like raw fucking power," she moaned loud, eyes up at him slutty and begging, her free hand already dipping between her thighs to finger her sloppy cunt schlick-schlick.

Then she spat, big, thick PTOO!—a fat glob of warm saliva right on his swollen head, watching it drip slow down his length like hot lube.

Her soft hands wrapped around: one stroking the base firm and twisting, the other cupping his heavy, cum-filled balls, rolling them gentle then squeezing just right, milking out a huge bead of pre-cum that oozed like honey.

"Look at that beast,"

she giggled dirty, thumb smearing it around the head in lazy circles, making it shine.

She dove in creative and nasty, no basic suck. Lips kissed the tip soft, like loving a lover, then parted wide stretching her full mouth obscene as she sucked just the head in with a wet POP!, tongue swirling wild circles around the fat ridge, flicking the piss-slit hard to lap up that salty pre-cum like it was candy.

"Fuck, so thick," she gasped, popping off loud to slap his cock on her flat tongue—THWACK-THWACK-THWACK—thick strings of spit stretching between them, dripping onto her massive tits, making the diamond studs sparkle wet.

Her tits heaved with each breath, nipples diamond-hard.

Deeper now, she tilted her head sideways, taking half his nine inches in one sloppy slide, cheeks hollowing deep as she sucked vacuum-tight, humming low and dirty—"Mmmmmm"—so the vibration buzzed straight to his balls like a toy. Her free hand slipped back sneaky, a manicured finger circling his tight asshole teasing, then pressing just the tip in—prostate tickle making Devon growl low in his throat, hips bucking once.

"Yeah, feel that, Doctor? Gonna milk your ass while I throat-fuck you."

She bobbed faster, getting insanely creative: twisted her head side-to-side on every upstroke like screwing her hot mouth onto his shaft, spit bubbling out the corners in frothy rivers, cascading down her chin, soaking her braids and splattering those jiggling tits.

"Gluck-gluck-gluck-GLUCK!" deepthroat time, full pro mode. She relaxed her throat like a sleeve, slamming down balls-deep till her nose buried in his dark pubes, full lips kissing his base tight, throat bulging visible with his fat cock.

She held it there—five, ten seconds—swallowing hard around him, throat muscles rippling and milking his shaft like a tight, wet pussy clenching in orgasm. Gagged soft and nasty, eyes watering black mascara tears down her cheeks, but she fucking loved it, pulled back slow with a gasp, throat slime stringing from her lips to his tip, then SLAMMED down again, faster, harder, her head a blur.

One hand jerked the slick base in perfect rhythm—twist-stroke-twist—while the other plunged two fingers deep in her own gushing pussy now, SCHLICK-SCHLICK-SQUIRT!, girl-cum spraying the floor as she moaned muffled around his cock: "Mmmph! Gonna make you explode down my throat!"

She got straight nasty: popped off gasping, dove low to lick his balls full, sucking one heavy nut in her mouth, rolling it sloppy with her tongue, humming vibrations deep while stroking his spit-soaked shaft fast with both hands.

Switched to the other ball, sucking hard till it popped wet, then dragged her tongue up the taint, flicking his asshole quick before slamming back up.

Creative filth peak, she grabbed those massive tits, squeezed them tight around his throbbing cock, tit-fucking him sloppy and wild, the hot, soft flesh engulfing him completely, head poking out the top shiny with pre-cum for her to suck-slurp while bouncing her jugs up-down fast, diamond nipple studs scraping his shaft electric.

"SLAP-SLAP-SLAP"—tits clapping on his thighs, spit and pre flying everywhere. "Fuck my face-throat, Dr. Devon! Use me like a cum-rag!"

she begged, voice wrecked and raspy, mascara-streaked face a porn mess.

Devon cracked, grabbed her swinging braids gentle but firm, guiding her deep. She went apeshit, throat-fucking herself on him like a machine, GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK!—gagging loud and proud, spit spraying in arcs, throat bulging obscene, her finger now shoving two digits knuckle-deep in his ass, curling perfect to massage his prostate hard, milking him like a cow.

His balls tightened up tight, cock swelling thicker, veins pulsing in her grip. "Fuck—cumming!"

Devon growled low, voice breaking for the first time. Amara felt it coming, eyes lighting up wild.

She slammed down balls-deep one last time, throat squeezing vice-tight, humming "MMMMPH YES!" as the first massive rope BLASTED hot and thick down her gullet—SPLURT!

He erupted like a firehose—seven, eight, nine heavy, creamy spurts flooding her mouth and throat, jizz so thick it overflowed anyway, bubbling white and frothy out her stretched lips, cascading in ropes down her chin, splattering her heaving tits in sticky puddles that ran between her diamond-studded nipples.

She swallowed greedy—GULP-GULP-GULP!—throat working overtime, milking every last drop with rippling muscles, her pussy SQUIRTING hard on the floor from her own orgasm, juices pooling around her knees.

Finally, she pulled off slow, gasping ragged, tongue swirling the last fat drops from his tip, sucking clean with a final POP!. Looked up at him, lips glossy thick with cum, purple gloss smeared white, smiling wicked and wrecked. "You tase so so good."

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