Lila burst into the bar like she'd never left, tanned and sharp-eyed from six months abroad. "Miss me, or just my expense account?" she teased, sliding onto the stool beside Marcus. He grinned, ordering doubles. "Your absence made the coffee taste like regret. How was Tokyo?"
Drinks flowed. Talk turned wicked over old flames. "That consultant I dated? All swagger, zero follow-through," Lila said, smirking. "His cock couldn't keep up with his promises. You? Still chasing that lawyer who only wanted missionary?"
Marcus laughed, leaning closer. "She was efficient, not exciting. And yeah, I'm seeing someone now—non-exclusive. You?"
"Same deal. No strings, just sparks. Keeps things interesting." Their eyes locked, the air thickening. "We're both adults," she added, voice low and daring. "No one's getting hurt."
The kiss hit like lightning—hungry, teasing. "Took you long enough," Lila murmured against his mouth, strong hands already tugging his shirt. Marcus peeled her blouse, fingers tracing skin. "Horny much?" he quipped.
"Always with you," she shot back, shoving him toward the bedroom. Clothes flew. Her fingers freed his hard cock, stroking as he groaned. "Look at that—dripping already. Bet you want my mouth on it."
"Only if you can handle it," he panted, yanking down her skirt. Her ass filled his hands, firm and unyielding. She pushed him onto the bed, straddling. "Watch me." See-through white panties came last, peeled slow to reveal her neat black bush, pussy already wet and glistening.
Lila's tongue traced his cock in a wicked blowjob, sucking deep while he cursed. "Fuck, that's good—don't stop." She rose, guiding him inside her dripping heat. They fucked hard, sweating, panting, bodies slamming as she rode with fierce control, cumming first with a sharp cry. He followed, cum spilling as they chased more, hours of lick, suck, and thrust unfolding in a blur of raw need.
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