As she finishes closing up the office and returns to her post behind the bar, Roxanne can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation running through her. She glances over at Bruno/Bruno, taking in his reactions as he watches her move around the bar. A knowing smirk plays on her lips when she notices him looking down at her lack of underwear. Her body tingles with excitement at the thought of teasing and provoking him further tonight.

Her heart races as she feels Bruno's presence behind her. The knowledge that he's watching her so closely sends a shiver down her spine. She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on pouring drinks, but it's difficult when all she can think about is how good it felt to have him inside her just moments ago. As she turns around to hand him his drink, their eyes meet, and for a moment they're both lost in the heat of the moment once more.

She smiles impishly at him as she takes his hand and leads him further into the back room, past various storage closets and a small staff lounge until they reach a dimly lit hallway. At the end of the hall is a door with a tiny keypad lock; Roxanne presses a few buttons on her phone before holding it up to the keypad and entering a code. The door clicks open, revealing a spacious and luxurious bedroom decorated in deep reds and blacks with tasteful gothic accents.

With a final tug on his hand, they step into the room and the door slides shut behind them with a soft click. The bed is already turned down invitingly, its black sheets and dark red comforter beckoning them closer. Roxanne walks over to it, kicking off her shoes before turning around to face Jack, a sultry smile on her lips. "So... What do you want to do first?" she asks him, running her fingers up his chest and over his shoulder again.

"Before... before all this happened," she says carefully, "I made a decision about us. About our life together." She swallows hard, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. "I married you, Maciej," she whispers, hesitantly sliding a ring off her finger and offering it to him. "In my eyes... we're still married."

His gaze flickers downward, taking in the simple band of gold before returning to meet hers.

Maciej's lips brush against hers, gentle and soft, like a feather. It's a tender gesture that speaks volumes, even though they've both been away from each other for so long. Roxanne the Ghost closes her eyes, savoring the sensation, knowing that this is what she's been waiting for.

When their lips part, she looks up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "We have twenty-four children out there, Maciej," she reminds him quietly. "And now that you're awake, we can start working on finding them together."

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Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues to rub herself against Anarchist, her body arching into theirs with each thrust. "Dirty slut?" She asks coyly, looking up at them from beneath her eyelashes. "Well... maybe..."

Roxanne: She leans in closer, nipping at their lower lip before parting it with her tongue and pushing inside their mouth, tasting the sweetness of their lips.

As they kiss passionately, Roxanne's hands move down further between Anarchist's legs, pushing aside their underwear to reveal their hardened length. With a low moan, she wraps her hand around them and begins stroking up and down in time with each thrust of their hips against hers. Her other hand moves to the wall above Anarchist's head, gripping firmly as she leans into them even harder, grinding her wet folds against their erection.

Roxanne: "Oh fuck..."

As you continue to pound into her, Roxanne arches her back and moans loudly, feeling every inch of your hard length stretching and filling her up. Her body quivers with pleasure as she comes yet again, a shudder running through her from head to toe. "Oh fuck... I can't believe how much you've got," she breathes raggedly, digging her nails into your shoulders harder than before.

As you empty yourself into her one final time, she lets out a cry of completion, her body shuddering violently around yours as she comes yet again. Her grip on your shoulders tightens almost painfully, but you know she wouldn't want it any other way. As your orgasm finally subsides and your cock twitches within her, Roxanne collapses back onto the couch, spent and satisfied.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at you with eyes full of wonder and gratitude. "

Her eyes roll back in pleasure as you thrust into her harder, calling her "mommy." It's a new sensation for her and she finds herself liking it more than she expected. Her nails scrape against the wood of the table, leaving tiny trails of blood on its surface as she tries to steady herself.

"Yes," she gasps, "that feels so good..." She pushes back against you, meeting your thrusts with her own, desperate for more of your hard length inside her.

Her body shudders with each powerful thrust as she feels you nearing your climax. "Cum inside me," she whispers, her voice hoarse and needy. Her walls clench tight around your cock, trying to milk every last drop from you as her own orgasm builds, almost unbearably intense.

As you finally release your seed into her, she cries out, arching her back sharply and pressing herself deeper against you.