The pulsing bass of the Cairo nightclub vibrated through Layla's small frame. She swayed on the crowded dance floor, her eyes scanning the sea of faces. Tonight, the energy felt different, charged with a raw, animalistic desire that made her skin prickle.
As the night wore on, she noticed a hulking figure watching her from the edge of the dance floor. He was the head of security, a man known for his quiet intensity and intimidating presence. His dark eyes followed her every move, sending shivers down her spine. He wasn't looking at her like the other men, he was looking *through* her.
During a break, she found herself alone in a dimly lit hallway. The security guard, Kamal, materialized beside her. "You dance beautifully," he rumbled, his voice sending a jolt through her. Layla, ever the flirt, responded, "And you protect us so well. I feel safe here." Kamal's eyes darkened. "Safety isn't always what people want," he said, stepping closer.
Before she could react, he had her pinned against the wall. His large hands roamed over her body, rough and demanding. Layla moaned, a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her. This wasn't the gentle caress she was used to; this was something primal, something dangerous. He pulled her dress up, revealing a glimpse of her lacy thong. His breath was hot on her neck as he whispered, "I've been watching you, Layla. I want you."
He didn't wait for an answer. He hiked up her dress and bent her over, exposing her ass. He roughly spread her cheeks and plunged inside her, hard and fast. Layla cried out, the sound lost in the thumping music. He pounded into her, his grip tight on her hips. Doggystyle was his favorite. She felt the animalistic pleasure surge through her. She arched her back, meeting his thrusts, her nails digging into his broad shoulders.
Kamal's pace quickened, his grunts growing louder. He pulled out and roughly turned her around, pressing her back against the wall. He grabbed her face tightly between his big hands as she looked at him, panting. He pushed inside her again. Cum inside!
Afterwards, breathless and trembling, Layla straightened her dress. Kamal simply adjusted his security vest, his expression unreadable. He looked at her one more time and he said "My secret now. And yours." Then he disappeared back into the crowd, leaving Layla alone with the pounding rhythm of the music and the lingering echo of their forbidden encounter.
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