Maat Subscribe

  • 436 Reviews
5000 Followers 3597 Likes
Last Seen: 5 days ago
Maat Offline Last Seen: 5 days ago

Maat Subscribe

  • 436 Reviews
5000 Followers 3597 Likes
Last Seen: 5 days ago
 2
Gain access for R$20,00

UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER – Part 4 Maat smiled, satisfied, still feeling her body tingle with orgasm. But she wasn’t the type to just receive. Now it was his turn. Without hesitation, she lowered her hand to his pants, feeling the pulsing bulge inside the fabric. He was hard and hot, and she wanted to feel more. Cael held his breath as she deftly unbuttoned his jeans, sliding her hand inside. Maat’s fingers wrapped around his cock, feeling the throbbing heat of the rigid flesh. She began to move it slowly, her nails lightly scratching the thick length before wrapping around the hot, sensitive head. Cael moaned softly, throwing his head back. “Fuck…” Maat smiled, leaning down to gently lick his neck as she continued the movement, sliding her hand up and down, squeezing just the right amount that made his cock throb harder. The grip of his hands on her waist tightened. He was on the edge. Maat picked up the pace, his thumb spreading the wetness that was already dripping from the tip. The feeling of them being there, in a place where anyone could get them, made everything even more unbearably pleasurable. She felt his body tense, the muscles in his abdomen contracting under her hand. “Are you going to cum for me, Cael?” The question was spoken against his lips, malicious, provocative. He held her neck tightly, breathing deeply. “Yes.” That was all he could say before he lost control. He groaned hoarsely, his entire body shaking as he spurted hot and thick into Maat’s mouth. She swallowed slowly, tasting the intense and surprisingly sweet taste. An addictive flavor. She licked her lips, her eyes meeting his, which were now dilated, as if he was still trying to catch his breath. Cael let out a low laugh, running his hand through his hair, looking at her as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened. Maat just adjusted her dress, composed as if nothing had happened. Except for the glint of satisfaction in her eyes. “You taste good,” she teased, biting her lower lip. Cael smiled, still trying to process everything. “I don’t know how I’m going to go back there pretending nothing happened.” Maat grabbed his hand and pulled him gently. “Come on. The live music is calling.” He raised an eyebrow, chuckling softly. “After all that, do you want to go sing?” She winked at him. “I’m a multitasker.” And with that, the two of them walked back into the bar, blending into the crowd as if they were just another couple having fun. But they both knew it wasn’t over. This was just their first date. They would see each other again. And next time, there would be no restrictions. (END.)

UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER – Part 3 With one swift movement, she grabbed his waist and pressed their bodies even closer together. She felt the rigidity between his legs, his hard cock against her thigh, the pulsing tension between them. The game was just beginning. The night wind blew past them, cool against their warm skin. The bar still throbbed in the background, but the only beat Maat could feel was her own restrained moans, mixed with Cael’s heavy breathing against her skin. He held her waist tightly, his fingers squeezing her flesh as if he wanted to engrave that moment in his memory. Maat was wet, and he knew it. Without looking away, Cael slid his fingers harder over her hot, throbbing pussy, spreading the moisture as he gently pressed her clit. Maat held her breath, her mouth half open, her whole body responding to his touch. “You love this, don’t you?” he whispered hoarsely against her ear. She smiled, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. “You have no idea…” He slid a finger inside her, slowly, exploring every hot, wet fold. Maat held onto the back of his neck, her entire body throbbing, the slit of her dress opening wider, allowing Cael to catch a glimpse of her shapely thighs, the curve of her ass that lifted every time he touched her deeper. The feeling of being hidden, that at any moment someone could walk in on that balcony and catch them, only made everything more unbearably delicious. Her moans were small muffled sighs against his neck. But Cael wanted more. He sank another finger inside her, moving them slowly and deep, feeling the pulse of her tight pussy around them. Maat gripped his shoulders, pressing herself tighter against the hard cock that was now throbbing inside his pants. “That’s it…” she gasped, her eyes closing with the wave of growing pleasure. Cael sped up his movements, his fingers sliding inside her, stimulating every right spot until Maat’s muscles clenched around him. She trembled, holding herself tight against him, her mouth open in a moan she had to swallow to keep from being caught. Pleasure exploded through her body like an electric current that coursed through every inch of her skin. She came hard on his fingers, wetting his hand, feeling each spasm consume her senses. Cael kept up the movements until she relaxed completely. Then he lifted his hand and brought his fingers to his mouth. He sucked them slowly, his eyes locked on hers, savoring every drop of her pussy. “Sweet,” he murmured, licking his lips. “So delicious.”

UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER – Part 2 The bar no longer existed for them. The music, the voices around them, the clinking of glasses – everything was silenced by the desire that grew with each passing second. The balcony where they stood offered the illuminated city as a backdrop, but neither of them cared about the view. What mattered was the proximity, the warmth of their bodies, the tension between a choice and total surrender. Maat felt Cael’s gaze like an electric current sliding across her bare skin. The way he observed her was not like a man who had just met a woman. It was as if he had already desired her for too long, and now there were no more barriers between desire and reality. She ran her fingertips along the collar of his leather jacket, subtly playing with the edge of the fabric. “You followed me, Cael.” He smiled at the corner of his mouth, leaning forward slightly, his hands resting on the railing behind her, blocking any escape route. “You wanted me to follow.” Maat lifted her face, letting the wind play with her hair, but without taking her gaze away from his dark eyes. “And now that you’ve found me?” He lowered his gaze from the exposed line of her neck, to the curve of her shoulders, to the clasp that opened on her leg. A slow, lingering look, the gaze of a man who appreciates every detail before touching. “Now…” Cael slowly ran his fingers along the side of her thigh, unhurriedly, feeling the warm skin beneath his hands. “Now I want to see what’s real.” His firm touch made her breath catch for a second. He didn’t pull her. He didn’t take her in a hurry. He simply explored the moment, feeling her every reaction as if he had all the time in the world. But Maat wasn’t the type to wait. She moved closer, closing the distance between them, letting her long dress open a little more, exposing the soft thigh that was now lightly touching his leg. Cael tightened his fingers around hers. A firm grip that said everything without needing words. She slid her hand up his chest, feeling the texture of his jacket, then slowly pushed the leather back, revealing the thin black shirt that clung to his toned torso. “Take it off.” Her voice was low, like a challenge. Cael raised an eyebrow, but didn’t argue. Slowly, he removed the jacket, tossing it onto the chair next to him. The black fabric of the shirt still molded to the firm muscles of his chest and arms. Maat ran her fingers over it, as if mapping every contour. He was warm. And the way his muscles responded to her touch only made her smile. “Do you like what you see?” he murmured against her ear. She trailed her fingers down the sides of his torso, her eyes meeting his once more. “I’m still deciding.” Cael didn’t take the provocation lying down. With a quick movement, he grabbed Maat’s waist, pulling her close. The dress slid down her legs, the slit opening wider, exposing the soft skin and delicate curve of her ass. Her breath hitched for a second, but the smile on her lips remained. Now, yes. Cael gripped her waist more firmly, letting his fingers slide down, feeling the heat between her legs. Maat’s pussy was hot, throbbing against his palm. She bit her lip, pressing herself lightly against his touch, taking her time, but making it clear that she wanted more. His lips brushed her neck, slowly moving down the sensitive skin to the curve of her shoulder. His hot breath contrasted with the cool night wind, and when he slid his teeth there, Maat moaned softly. Cael pulled away just enough to look at her. His eyes were dark, hungry. “Do you feel that?” Maat ran her nails gently down the back of his neck, tugging lightly on his hair. “What do you think?” Cael smiled. A dangerous smile. He slid his other hand up her thigh, slowly moving up, his fingers brushing the edge of her thin panties. Maat closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the shivers run down her skin. He took his time. First, he touched her with his fingertips, gently exploring her. Then, he pressed hard. She gasped, her lips parting. Cael held the back of her neck with his other hand, pulling her into a hot, intense kiss, while his fingers slid inside her panties, touching her wet pussy. Her moan was trapped in his mouth. Maat held his shoulders tightly, feeling her entire body react to his touch. Cael knew what he was doing. He knew where to touch, he knew the exact pressure to drive her crazy. His fingers slid all over her intimacy, teasing, spreading the pleasure before really sinking in. She gripped his hair tighter, gasping against his mouth. Cael smiled against her lips. — You're so hot… Maat opened her eyes, staring at him intensely. — Then feel more. And she was the one who took the initiative now. (continued…)

UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER The night in Maat had a unique magnetism. The damp streets reflected the streetlights, and the city seemed to breathe at its own pace. The sound of a guitar vibrated in the air, escaping through the half-open doors of a rock bar. The place was discreet, without flashy signs, frequented by those who truly appreciated the style, without frills. Maat liked that environment. It was a space where she didn't need to perform, where she could just be herself, without the expectation of screens or the hungry looks that usually surrounded her. The door closed behind her, muffling the cold wind from the street. Her long black dress slid smoothly down her body as she walked, the clasp on her leg revealing a sliver of skin as her steps moved with the cadence of someone who knows she's being watched. Her bare back provided a perfect contrast with the elegant fabric, and she felt the warm temperature of the room touch her exposed skin. She ordered a drink at the bar, leaning lightly against the counter. Her fingers slid over the cold glass, and she let herself get lost for a moment in the beat of the music in the background. That was when she saw him. Cael Winter. Hypothetically, that was his name – a user who didn’t get lost in empty words. He wasn’t just any admirer. He didn’t fill her inbox with boring proposals, nor did he try to stand out with ready-made phrases. He was just there, always, in an almost imperceptible but constant way. Now, there he was, for real. Cael was leaning close to the stage, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His posture was relaxed, his gaze attentive, and that air of someone who knows he doesn’t need to try to attract attention. The dark jeans and leather jacket gave a casual tone, but his presence wasn’t that of just anyone. He recognized her. And hesitated. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but Maat noticed. The slight tension in his jaw, the way he held his breath for a second before letting out a short laugh, as if trying to convince himself that this wasn’t real. She held the glass between her lips for a moment before taking a sip, letting the warm liquid slide down her throat. Then she looked directly at him. She didn’t smile. She just stared at him. Cael didn’t look away. There was something there. Something different from any look she’d ever received. It wasn’t just desire—it was a kind of recognition. As if he’d tried to imagine her many times before, but now realized that the reality was far more intense than any projection he’d ever made. He pushed his body away from the wall and walked toward her. Slowly. Maat turned to the bar and ordered another drink, feeling his presence approaching, his energy thickening around her. When he stopped beside her, the woody scent mixed with the freshly drunk alcohol brought a subtle shiver to the back of her neck. “May I?” His voice was deep, but not commanding. She ran a fingertip around the rim of the glass before answering. “Do you need permission?” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Some things are better when you ask.” Good answer. She gestured to the bench next to her without saying anything else. He settled in, setting his glass on the counter but never taking his eyes off hers. “I never thought I’d see you in person.” Maat tilted her head slightly, watching him with interest. “And what did you imagine?” Cael clenched his jaw, looking away for a moment at his own glass, as if choosing his words carefully. “That you were unattainable.” A slow smile formed on her lips. “And now?” He turned the glass in his hands before answering. “Now I don’t know if I want to find out.” She loved that. Men usually came at it with all their might, desperate to prove something. Cael didn’t. He knew the game wasn’t about rushing—it was about intensity. Maat slid her fingers around her glass, watching him out of the corner of her eye. “You do want to know, yes.” Cael let out a low laugh, licking his lips before taking a sip of the whiskey. “I do.” The silence between them was filled with the noise of the band, but nothing around them mattered. The bar, the people, the music – everything was a backdrop to what was happening there. She finished her drink and pushed the glass on the counter. Then, she turned to him. “Come with me.” She didn’t look back. Because she knew he would come. (continued…)

HUNGER Your hands explore without a map, discovering paths that only my body knows. Your burning gaze demands more, and the air weighs between us, hot, humid. The skin cries out for more, your nails dig verses into the flesh. The tongue draws secrets, and the moans echo like a forbidden song. You invade, deep, where desire is kingdom and delirium. We are flame and storm, in a rhythm that burns and consumes. And at the height of hunger, we become one. Bodies vibrating in poetry, chanting the pleasure that devours us.

Load More