Ashley strode into the sleek lounge like she owned the night, her tailored dress hugging every curve. Spotting a sharp-suited stranger at the bar, she slid onto the stool beside him. "Buy me a drink, or are you just here to stare?" she challenged with a sly grin.
He chuckled, eyes sparkling. "Only if you promise not to outwit me too fast. Name's Ryan."
"Ashley," she replied, leaning in. "And I don't do slow. What's your story—another suit chasing thrills?"
Their banter crackled: sharp jabs about power plays and hidden desires. Soon, they were in a private suite, lips crashing. "You're making me so horny," Ashley purred, shoving him back. She wasn't submissive—she took charge, her hands exploring his ass while grinding against him.
Sweating from the heat, panting with need, she freed his hard cock. "Look at this," she teased, dropping to deliver a wicked blowjob. He groaned as she worked him, nearly making him cum, but she pulled away, her pussy wet and dripping. "Not yet. I want that cum inside."
Ashley straddled him, positioning her dripping heat over his cock, ready for the explosive ride ahead.
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