I gripped her hips and hauled her off the marble, her feet hitting the floor with a soft thud before I spun her around in one fluid motion. I shoved her back against the island, forcing her to lean forward and grip the edge of the stone for support.

​Her posture was the definition of expensive submission. Her back was arched into a deep, agonizingly sexy curve, her shoulder blades flared under the silk of her half-discarded robe. With her head hanging low, her dark hair spilled over the white marble like an ink stain. I raised my hand and delivered a sharp, stinging spank to her right buttock. The sound of palm meeting flesh cracked through the kitchen like a gunshot, leaving a blossoming red mark on her pale, flawless skin.

​Evelyn let out a sharp, needy cry, and as if on cue, she hiked her right leg up, resting her foot flat on the marble surface. The move opened her up completely, exposing the wet, swollen entrance of her pussy to the 4K lens.

​"Please," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Druski, it's too cold without you. Put it back in. I need it back in!"

​I didn't answer immediately. I looked over at Sasha. She was staring at the monitor, her face flushed, her hand gripping the edge of the camera rig. "Sasha," I rasped. "You getting the angle?"

​"It's perfect," she whispered, her voice thick with excitement. "The lighting on her arch is incredible. Do it now."

​I pulled my hand to my mouth, coating my palm in a thick layer of spit. I reached down and smeared it over the head of my cock and across her opening, the sound of the wet friction amplified in the silent room. Then, I stepped in close, hooked my thumb into the gold chain of her bikini waist, and drove my cock home in one brutal, deep thrust.

​Evelyn's head snapped back, her eyes rolling into her head as I filled her to the brim. I didn't let her go. I reached around her, my large hands completely cupping her heavy breasts, using them as handles to pull her back against my pelvis. I began to hammer into her from behind, the sound of my suit trousers rubbing against her thighs mixing with the wet, rhythmic thumping of our bodies meeting.

​"That's it!" Sasha called out, her voice rising in a crescendo. "Camera one, stay on the impact! Camera two, get the reflection in the marble! We're almost there!"

​I reached down, hooked my arms under her thighs, and hauled her upward. Evelyn gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders as I lifted her entirely off the floor. I stood there, the "Architect" in a crumpled, expensive suit, holding the heiress of a billion-dollar empire in my arms.

​"The table is too easy, Evelyn," I growled, my muscles straining as I held her weight. "If you want the King, you have to work for it. Guide it in."

​She let out a shaky breath, her fingers trembling as she reached between our bodies. She gripped the base of my cock and guided the head to her entrance. With a sharp, desperate exhale, she pressed herself down, sliding onto me until we were flush. She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, her ankles locking behind my back to anchor her.

​I began to move, a slow, powerful vertical rhythm as I stood in the center of the kitchen. Every thrust was deep, deliberate, and punishing. The weight of her body against mine made the friction almost unbearable.

​"Druski... oh god, Druski," she moaned into my ear, her voice breaking. She began to pepper my face with frantic, messy kisses—on my jaw, my neck, my lips—her expensive perfume mixing with the scent of sex and sweat. "You're ruining me... Druski... please, don't ever stop."

​Sasha was right there in the thick of it. She had grabbed a handheld gimbal from one of the cameramen and was circling us, her eyes locked on the small monitor, getting the low-angle shots of our connection and the high-angle shots of Evelyn's ecstatic face.

​"Yes! Keep saying his name!" Sasha commanded, her voice fierce and triumphant. "Look at the camera, Evelyn! Tell them who's owning you! Camera one, get the sweat on Druski's brow—show the work! This is it! We're at the peak!"

​I felt the final surge building—a white-hot pressure that demanded release. I tightened my grip on her ass, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I delivered the final, deepest thrusts of the day.

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MISSION - COMPLETE]

[Scene 11 successful]

[Rewards: +5000.00 ]

[+2 Charm added(currently 6/10]

[Pending mission: Shoot 5 Milf scenes (Progress 1/5)]

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"CUT!"

​Sasha's voice rang through the kitchen, sharp and triumphant. The tension that had held the room captive for the last hour shattered instantly. The camera crew let out a collective, audible exhale, lowering their rigs and looking at each other with the wide-eyed expression of people who knew they'd just witnessed industry history.

​Evelyn slid down my body, her feet hitting the marble floor with a soft wobble. She was breathless, her hair a chaotic mess, the gold bikini chains tangled and her skin flushed a deep, glowing pink. She leaned against the island, clutching her robe to her chest, looking completely dazed—as if she were still trying to process the "hostile takeover" I'd just executed.

​I didn't look at her. I didn't even adjust my suit.

​I walked straight past the cameras toward the monitors where Sasha was standing. She looked electric—her face was glowing with the adrenaline of a successful hunt, her eyes shining with the pride of a creator who had just captured lightning in a bottle.

​I reached out, wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, and pulled her into a deep, possessive kiss right there in front of the Sun siblings, the crew, and the half-naked Evelyn. It wasn't a "scene" kiss; it was real. It was a seal of partnership.

​"Great job, Director," I whispered against her lips as I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. "You got it. Every frame."

​Sasha beamed, her hands resting on my chest, right over my pounding heart. "We didn't just get it, Druski. We broke the scale. That footage is... it's beyond anything you've ever done. You were a beast."

​Across the room, Evelyn finally found her voice, letting out a shaky, impressed laugh as she tied her robe. "I think I'm going to need a drink. And a nap. And maybe a new contract for another ten scenes."

​Bruno stepped out from the shadows of the foyer, clapping his hands slowly. "Two hundred thousand well spent. The 'Architect' series is going to be the biggest thing on the internet by Monday."

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