Shanti Meets the Knight

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For almost a year, I’d quietly followed Shante, a gorgeous East Coast wife who popped up in my X feed now and then. We followed each other but never really talked—until I saw she was coming to Las Vegas.

I messaged her about her plans and if she’d want to meet. She replied fast and eager: yes.

I invited her to my place. When I opened the door, the chemistry was instant, but I played it cool. We had drinks in the living room, chatting deeply about life and desires, though my thoughts kept drifting to the bedroom upstairs.

We sat close. Her hand rested on my thigh, growing bolder. I stared at her lips, my cock hardening visibly against my slacks. She noticed—and we started kissing passionately.

We hurried upstairs. In the bedroom, Shante quickly undid my belt and pushed me into the armchair. Kneeling between my legs, she stroked me slowly, then took me in her mouth—teasing the tip with her tongue before sliding deeper, making my hips buck.

Before I finished too soon, I pulled her to the bed. I went down on her, licking slowly until she came hard, thighs squeezing my head with a deep moan.

I slid inside her easily—she was drenched. Thrusting deep in missionary, she came again and again—three times quickly.

She climbed on top, riding me with rolling hips through several more orgasms. Finally, I flipped her to prone bone, entered from behind, and thrust hard. Her muffled moans and tight grip pushed me over—I came deep inside her as she shuddered through one last climax.

We collapsed, breathless. Perfect afternoon.