Nancy strode through the sun-baked streets of Athens, her linen dress clinging to curves honed by years of quiet confidence. At 48, she knew exactly what she wanted—and Brad had practically packed her bags. "Go find that Greek god," he'd said with a smirk. "Fuck him senseless and bring me the play-by-play."
She spotted Lambros by the harbor, his olive skin gleaming as he leaned against his tour bus. "Well, well," he drawled, eyes raking her. "The American chaperone returns. Husband finally bore you to death?"
Nancy laughed sharply, stepping close. "Bore me? Hardly. Brad's the one who sent me back for your cock. Said I looked too horny dreaming about it."
Lambros raised a brow, intrigued. "Bold. Most women whisper. You command."
"I don't whisper when I'm dripping wet," she replied, voice low and wicked. "Hotel. Now. Or are you all talk?"
They barely made it inside before she shoved him against the wall, her hands already unbuckling his belt. "Show me that hard cock I've fantasized about." His length sprang free, thick and ready. Nancy dropped to her knees, taking him in a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned.
"Fuck, you're strong," he panted, fingers in her hair. She pulled back, smirking. "Strong enough to ride you till you can't see straight."
Clothes hit the floor. Nancy straddled him on the bed, her pussy slick and dripping as she sank onto his cock. They moved in a sweaty, panting rhythm—her ass grinding, his hands gripping her hips while she dictated every thrust. "Deeper. Harder. Make me come first."
Lambros obliged, flipping her only when she allowed it, their bodies colliding in explosive heat. She came with a sharp cry, walls clenching, then urged him on until he spilled inside her, both slick with sweat and satisfaction.
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