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A zazel and Cherrie spend three nights laying low in the hotel. As they relax in their room, the tension and desire between them are palpable. Azazel knows just how to help Cherrie relax, and tonight, he intends to take his time, exploring every inch of her gorgeous body.

He starts by dimming the lights, creating an ambiance that is both seductive and intimate. Cherrie, feeling relaxed and excited, lay on her stomach on the bed, her skin already glowing with anticipation. Azazel pours some warm massage oil into his hands, rubbing them together to generate heat before starting his sensual ritual.

His hands are firm and confident while he begins working the oil into Cherrie's shoulders. She moans softly when his strong fingers knead her muscle, working out the tension from their recent adventures. Azazel takes his time, slowly moving his hands down her back, tracing the curves of her spine with his thumbs.

"You have such a gorgeous body, baby," he whispers, his breath hot against her ear. "I love touching every inch of you."

Cherrie smiles, her eyes closed in contentment. "Mmm, your hands feel amazing. I could lay here forever, letting you work your magic."

Azazel smiles to himself. He loves seeing Cherrie so relaxed and pleasured. He continues his slow, sensual massage, paying attention to her shoulders, back, and hips. His touch is firm yet gentle, and he makes sure to avoid any areas that might be too sensitive after their passionate night before.

As he works, Azazel lets his hands wander lower, gently caressing the curves of Cherrie's ample ass. He massages her cheeks, squeezing and releasing them as Cherrie squirms and let out a soft moan. His touch drives her wild, and her pussy grows wetter by the second.

"Azazel, baby..." She breathed. "You're making me feel so good. I want more..."

Azazel smiles and leans down, his lips brushing against her ear. "I want to make you feel even better, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you." With that, Azazel's hands glide down Cherrie's thighs, his thumbs teasing the sensitive skin on the inside of her legs. He slowly works his way up, his fingers tracing patterns that make Cherrie's breath quicken and her body yearn for more. As his fingers near her core, Azazel feels the heat radiating from her pussy.

He breathed in the scent of her arousal, his own desire raging as he imagines how wet and ready she must be for him. Gently, he parts her folds, his middle finger teasing her entrance as he finds her clit. Cherrie gasps as Azazel begins massaging her most sensitive bud. His touch is firm and relentless, circling and rubbing her clit while his other hand continues to explore her thighs and ass. Her hips buck involuntarily, her body responding to his skilled touch."Azazel... Oh fuck..." She breathes, her hands clutching at the bedsheets. "Don't stop... Right there..." Azazel smirks, feeling a surge of pride at the effect he was having on her. He increases the pressure, using his thumb and forefinger to pinch and rub her clit while his other hand slips between her legs."You like that, baby?" He growls, his voice thick with desire. "You like it when I touch you here?"

"Yes... Oh yes..." Cherrie moans, her body squirming under his touch. "I want you inside me... Please, Az..." Azazel obliges, sliding one finger inside her, her pussy tightening around him. Slowly, he begins to thrust. Cherrie's breath quickens as Azazel continues fucking her. Her moans fill the room, a mixture of pleasure and desperation as she begs for more.

"You feel so good, baby," he growls. "Your pussy is so tight and wet. It loves my touch, doesn't it?"

"Yes... Oh God, yes..." Cherrie cries out, her body shaking against his hand. "Don't stop, Azazel... Fuck me.”

Azazel obeys, increasing the pace and power of his thrusts. He adds a third finger, stretching her to the limit, his thumb never ceasing its relentless massage of her clit. Cherrie pants and squirms, her body on the brink of a powerful orgasm. "Cum for me, baby," Azazel whispers. "Let go, and cum all over my fingers."

His words send Cherrie over the edge. With a loud moan, her body arches off the bed as a powerful orgasm washes over her. Her pussy clenches around Azazel's fingers, her juices flowing freely as waves of pleasure surge through her. Azazel keeps up his pace, prolonging her orgasm and intensifying the pleasure. As her body shakes with release, Cherrie cries out his name, her hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. Azazel slowly eases her down, his fingers gently withdrawing from her sensitive core.

He leans down, his lips brushing against her ear, and whispers, "That was just the beginning, baby. I'm going to make you cum over and over again."

Cherrie, still breathing heavily, turned her head to look at him. Her eyes sparkle with desire and satisfaction. "Now it's your turn," she says. With a wicked smile, she positions herself between his legs, ready to return the favor and give him the pleasure he deserves. Azazel, still reeling from the intensity of Cherrie's orgasm, knows that this night is far from over.

"My love, I have drawn you a bath. I thought you might enjoy a relaxing soak after our... energetic activities." His deep voice rumbles, sending a delightful shiver down Cherrie's spine.

She sits up in bed, the sheets pooling around her naked body. "Mmm, you know me too well,” Cherrie purrs, her blue eyes lighting up at the thought of a warm bath. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands. She walks toward the bathroom, the bathrobe Azazel holds out for her billowing softly. Cherrie shoots a curious glance at her lover. "So, what were you looking at on your phone earlier?"

Azazel smirks, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes. "Just a little bonus for a job well done. Boss says he is very pleased with my recent work." He steps closer to Cherrie, his tall presence engulfing her as he drapes the bathrobe gently around her shoulders.

"Oh really?" Cherrie's interest piques, and she leans into Azazel, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of the wildness that draws them together. "They paid you for both? But you didn’t…”

“I don’t know. All I know is I received two payments,” Azazel confirms. Azazel's eyes darken with a mix of desire and something else—a hint of the possessiveness that runs deep within him. "But we can definitely afford to stay as long as you'd like. And as for the amount... Let's just say it's enough to keep us comfortable for quite some time." He catches her finger in his mouth, his breath warm against her skin, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

Cherrie giggles, a playful, mischievous sound. "That's wonderful, Daddy. But I want to know exactly how much. I have a feeling it's a substantial sum, and I want to plan our next moves accordingly." She slips out of his embrace and into the bathroom, the soft swish of the bathrobe filling the air when she moves.

Azazel follows, his gaze drinking in the sight of her. "$5,000 for each hit." His voice holds a note of amusement while he watches her lower herself into the steamy bathwater, her face relaxing into a blissful expression.

Azazel moves to the bath, kneeling beside it, his eyes never leaving her face. "You know I do it all for us, my love. Providing for you, keeping you safe and satisfied... It's what drives me. And now, we can really enjoy a vacation. Relax, indulge, and plan our next moves.”

“If they really are trying to get rid of us, we just have to be careful and keep moving.” His thumb brushes against her cheek gently, his touch feather-light.

Cherrie opens her eyes, reaching up to take his hand in hers. "I love how you take care of me, Azazel. It's one of the many reasons I'm so deeply in love with you.”

Azazel's gaze intensifies, a mix of emotions flickering in the depths. "You, Cherrie, are my heart's desire. My every nightmare come true.”

Cherrie's breath hitches, her eyes shining with a combination of desire and adoration. "We'll create new, passionate memories, just you and I, in the most romantic, wild settings we can find. It will be our own private paradise, far from the constraints of society." She steps out of the bath and into his embrace, her head resting on his broad chest.

Azazel holds her tightly, his arms a shield of protection and love. "Our life together is a wild, unhinged adventure, and I wouldn't have it any other way. We'll create a trail of memories and bodies across the globe, my love. A trail that only two lovers like us could leave."