Lena strode into the upscale lounge like she owned the place, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on him—Marcus, all six-foot-five of solid muscle and quiet confidence. She slid onto the stool beside him, ordering a whiskey neat without asking. "You look like trouble wrapped in a suit that's two sizes too small," she said, her voice laced with challenge. "Big guy like you must think he runs the room."
Marcus chuckled, turning those dark eyes on her. "And you must be the one who clears it out with a single glance. What's a powerhouse like you doing slumming it here?"
"Hunting for something bigger than the usual ego trips," Lena replied, leaning in close enough for her perfume to hit him. "Think you can keep up, or are you all size and no stamina?"
He grinned, unfazed. "Stamina's never been the issue. Care to test it?" Their banter sparked like flint on steel—witty jabs about boardroom battles and late-night conquests—until Lena stood, grabbing his tie. "My penthouse. Now."
Upstairs, clothes hit the floor in a frenzy. Lena shoved Marcus onto the bed, straddling him with fierce command. "Don't move until I say." She wrapped her hand around his hard cock, stroking it to full thickness before lowering her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob that had him groaning. "Fuck, you're good at that," he panted.
She pulled back, eyes blazing. "I'm just getting started." Climbing over him, she guided his cock into her dripping wet pussy, riding him hard and deep while her ass ground against his thighs. Sweat beaded on their skin as she set a relentless pace, horny and unyielding. "Deeper—yes, like that," she demanded, her walls clenching. Marcus thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her hips as they both came in explosive waves, cum spilling hot and dripping down her thighs while they collapsed, panting and slick with sweat.
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