She walked into the bar like she owned the night black nylon stockings, lace panties hugging her waist, a garter belt framing her perfect ass, and heels that clicked like a countdown to surrender He never stood a chance Moments later, in a luxury hotel suite in the heart of London, she played soft music and began to move slow, sensual, divine Aphrodite danced not to entertain but to awaken With every sway of her hips, the air thickened with lust. She teased him with her power, her wetness, her control until he broke He pulled her close and slid into her like he was meant to worship her She rode him like a goddess on fire Sucked him deep, heels still on, eyes full of hunger He bent her over in those perfect stockings and fucked her hard doggy, missionary, no holding back And when the moment came She wrapped herself around him and took it all inside, draining his soul like only a goddess could Aphrodite didn’t come for love She came to be worshiped And fucked like divinity itself