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A zazel and Cherrie lay intertwined on the soft sheets of their bed, the warm glow of the sun illuminating their bodies. The night has been nothing short of incredible.

"Baby, last night was something else," Cherrie whispers, tracing patterns on Azazel's chest with her fingernail. "I feel like we just discovered a whole new level of each other."

Azazel’s eyes sparkle with mischief, and he pulls her closer, his hand running down her spine. "You know I'm always eager to discover every level with you . Every level of you . We're in this together."

She bites her lip and says, “I love you, my big dream come true.”

"I love you too, my little nightmare come true."

A buzz from Azazel’s phone interrupts the tranquil moment. He frowns, recognizing the distinct tone that signals a message from his boss. With a soft sigh, he reaches for the device, knowing that their erotic bubble might burst. As he reads the message, his expression turns serious. "Looks like work is calling, baby. A job just came in." Cherrie, sensing the shift in his demeanor, props herself on one elbow. "What's the job, Az? And more importantly, where?" she asks, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of mischief.

"Seems like someone wants me to take care of a problem in the city. A simple hit, nothing too out of the ordinary," he replies, his voice steady and calm, belying the slight twinge of disappointment he feels at the interruption of their passionate night.

Her heart begins to pound with excitement. Cherrie loves it when their adventures take an unexpected turn. "The city, huh? Well, that changes things a little. I was hoping for a quiet night in, but I guess we can bring our brand of passion to the urban jungle." She sits up, her breasts swaying slightly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I've always wanted to play amongst the skyscrapers."

Azazel stands, his muscular frame filling the room with a sense of power and potential danger. "Let's not keep the client waiting. We can make this quick and be back to our fun before you know it." She rises gracefully, her curves accentuated by the sunlight streaming through the window.

"Oh, I don't know about quick, Az. I think we should take our time with this one. Make it last." Her eyes sparkle with a devilish glint when she approaches him.

He smirks, his protectiveness and possessiveness flaring at the thought of what she might be suggesting. "Cherrie bomb, this one has to be quick. I promise we will have fun later."

Within the hour, their essentials are packed, and they are ready to depart. Azazel has his tools of the trade stashed in the trunk of their sleek, black car. Cherrie, on the other hand, has a few tricks of her own up her sleeve.

As they pull out onto the empty road, the night air whipping through the open windows, Cherrie turns to Azazel with a sultry smile. "I've been thinking about what I want to do to you in the city," she purrs, her hand sliding over his thigh. "It involves a hotel room, a bottle of champagne, and a whole lot of dirty talk."

He grins, his eyes never leaving the road while he steers them toward their urban destination."Is that so? And what exactly do you plan on doing to me, Mama?"

Her fingers dance along his leg, sending shivers up his spine. "I plan on tying you up, blindfolding you, and driving you wild while I ride your face until you are drunk off of my cum. I want you to drown and feel helpless under me.”

Azazel's breath quickens at the imagery her words invoke. "And what if I told you that I plan on doing the same to you? Face fuck you, take your breath just to remind you whose air you’re breathing. I want to see you squirm and hear you moan as I tease and torture you with pleasure."

She bites her lip, her eyes darkening with desire. "Then I'd say we're on the same page, Daddy. But first, there's something I want to do. Something I've always fantasized about." "Oh really? Do tell," he says, his voice deep and husky, matching the increasing speed of the car as they race toward the city.

Cherrie's hand slides down further, inching closer to the bulge in his pants. “I want you to continue to drive while I drive you wild at the same time."

Azazel raises an eyebrow, a devilish smile spreading across his face. "Oh, I like where this is going. Continue."

"I want to take you in my mouth while you drive. Taste you, feel you getting harder and harder as I swallow you down." She pauses, her fingers now teasingly close.

He can’t resist any longer. With one hand, he gently guides her head toward him, his other hand firmly on the steering wheel. Cherrie's mouth envelopes him, her lips soft and wet, her tongue teasing and tasting. Azazel moans as he surrenders to the pleasure. The car speeds through the night, the streets a blur.

Cherrie’s mouth works its magic, her hands now joining in, stroking and caressing him. Azazel's breath quickens, his body tensing with the mounting pleasure. "That's it, baby," he groans, his hands threading through her hair, guiding her with a gentle, yet insistent, rhythm. "Take all of me. Fuck, your mouth feels so good." Her soft moans vibrate around him, sending shocks of pleasure straight to his groin. Cherrie's technique is flawless, a combination of suction and teasing licks that have Azazel on the edge in no time.

The car seems to sense their passionate pace, flying through the night as if it, too, is driven by their lust. Azazel's grip on her hair tightens as he nears his climax. "Fuck, Cherrie, I'm close. So damn close. Where do you want me to—" Before he can finish his sentence, she swallows him down, taking him deep into her throat as her hands squeeze and massages. Azazel cries out, his body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.

Cherrie savors his taste as she continues to milk him with her mouth, drawing out his orgasm. Finally, spent and sated, he looks at Cherrie and smiles. Damn, baby, that was… Beyond words. But we're not done yet. I plan on returning the favor tenfold."

She winks at him, her lips glistening in the moonlight. "I should hope so. But for now, let's focus on the task at hand. We have a job to do, and then we can really let loose." With that, they continue their journey into the heart of the city, their bodies sated for the moment but their desires only grow as they anticipate the pleasures that lay ahead. The night is young, and the city lights beckon them, promising new scenes for their erotic adventures.