​She lowered herself slowly, her eyes locking onto mine as she took all of me back into her soaking, devastated heat. She let out a long, high-pitched wail that echoed off the high ceilings, her head tossing back as she began to move.

​It wasn't just a rhythm; it was a war. She used her core strength to bounce and grind, her hips moving in complex, agonizingly perfect circles. She was using every trick in her veteran arsenal—contracting, pulsing, and shifting her weight to find the exact angle that would break a normal man.

​"Fuck... you're so big," she gasped, her hands planted firmly on my chest for leverage. She started to pick up speed, her movements becoming frantic and athletic. Her breasts swayed violently with the motion, and sweat began to glisten on her skin, making her glow under the dim lights. "You like this, don't you? Seeing the Queen... work for it?"

​I reached up, grabbing her hips to help drive her down harder, my thumbs digging into her skin. Her heavy body on me was the only thing keeping me from hitting the ceiling. I was a literal machine beneath her, meeting every downward slam with an upward surge of power.

She was reaching her limit. Her movements became erratic, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps as she realized she couldn't exhaust me. She was the one breaking.

"I can't... I can't stop..." she cried out, her eyes rolling back as her internal muscles clamped down on me like a vice. "Druski, I'm going... I'm going to—!"

I reached up, my hands locking onto her waist like iron bands as she hit her peak. I didn't let her collapse. Instead, I sat up with a sudden, explosive surge of strength, pulling her flush against my chest in a crushing embrace. She let out a strangled cry, her legs locking around my back as I shifted from the floor to a seated position, never losing the connection.

​"Not yet, Lana," I growled into her ear. "The King isn't finished."

​I took total control. I gripped her thighs and began to drive upward, lifting her body and slamming her back down onto me with a relentless, bone-deep rhythm. Every thrust was a statement of power, driving every single inch of my cock into her until there was nowhere left for me to go.

​My cock reached its absolute redline. I could feel the walls of her pussy pulsing in a desperate, uncontrollable rhythm, trying to milk the very life out of me. Her professional poise was long gone; she was sobbing, her head buried in my shoulder, her nails leaving deep, jagged marks in my back as she endured the sheer physical force of my cock.

​"Oh god, Druski... you're... you're too much!" she wailed, her voice cracking as I hit her deepest point again and again.

​I didn't slow down. I increased the pace, my hips moving with a mechanical, piston-like ferocity that made the marble floor beneath us feel like it was vibrating. I wanted to leave a mark on her that no other man, no other "talent," and certainly not Michael could ever erase.

​The pressure built until it was unbearable. With one final, devastating surge, I bottomed out inside her, my core tightening as I released a massive, hot flood deep into her womb.

​Lana stiffened, her entire body going rigid as if hit by a high-voltage wire. She let out a final, silent scream, her eyes rolling back into her head before she went completely limp in my arms, her heart hammering against mine like a trapped bird.

We sat there on the cold marble for a long time, the only sound the ragged rasp of our breathing and the distant hum of the city. Eventually, Lana stirred, pulling back just enough to look at me. Her hair was a disaster, her makeup was smeared, and her emerald wrap was a crumpled rag across the room. She looked human for the first time since I'd met her.

​She looked up at the portrait of Michael, then back at me, a slow, dazed smile spreading across her lips.

​"433," she whispered, her voice a total wreck. "And for the first time in twenty years... I think I finally met someone who knows how to rule."

Lana leaned back against my chest, her body still humming from the aftershocks. She reached for her discarded silk wrap, draped it loosely over herself, and looked up at the portrait of the silver-haired man on the wall.

​"Michael?" she said, a trace of nostalgic fondness in her voice. "He was a client first. Back when I was doing high-end escort work between shoots. He's a brilliant man—runs a massive string of casinos across the coast. He offered me a life of security, and I took it. I retired from the camera the day we said 'I do.' He's a good husband, Druski. Providing, loyal... but he's a businessman. In bed, he's efficient, not... creative."

​She turned her gaze back to me, her fingers tracing the marks she'd left on my shoulder. "That's why I was interested in you. I missed the fire. I missed the feeling of a man who actually knows how to take what he wants."

​I let the silence hang for a moment before I dropped the real question. "Lana, something occurred to me while we were in the middle of that. You said you're retired... but would you do one more scene? For me. One for the five legendary MILFs. You'd be the crown jewel."

​Lana froze. The "Director" in her eyes flickered back to life, warring with the woman I'd just dismantled on the floor. She looked at the portrait of her casino-mogul husband, then back to me.

​"A comeback scene?" she whispered, the idea clearly sparking a flame she thought she'd extinguished years ago. "If Michael found out... the scandal would be enough to sink a fleet. To go from the CEO's wife back to the most searched woman on the internet..."

​She stood up, walking over to the window and looking out at the city she helped build. She stayed silent for a long minute before turning back with a predatory, dangerous glit in her eyes.

​"On one condition, Druski," she said, her voice dropping to a business-like chill. "It isn't shot at a studio. We do it here. In this mansion. We use my private equipment, and you give me 100% of the creative direction on the lighting. If I'm coming out of retirement, I'm going to make sure the world realizes that there is still only one Queen."

​She walked back over and pressed a firm, possessive kiss to my lips. "Consider me your third MILF. But remember... once that footage goes live, there's no going back for either of us."

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