Elena strode into the dimly lit lounge like she owned the place, her heels clicking with authority. Spotting the towering figure at the bar, she smirked. 'Well, if it isn't Big Jax himself. What brings a mountain like you to my usual haunt?' Jax turned, his grin sharp. 'Looking for trouble, Elena. Heard you're the queen of it.' She slid onto the stool beside him, eyes raking his frame. 'Trouble? Darling, I invent it. But let's see if that big ego matches the rest of you.' Their banter sparked like flint: witty jabs about his height, her power plays, until she leaned in. 'Prove it. My place. Now.' In her sleek apartment, clothes hit the floor fast. Elena pushed him back, strong hands gripping his shoulders. 'On the bed, big boy. I'm in charge.' Jax's cock sprang hard as she straddled him, her pussy already wet and dripping with anticipation. 'Horny much?' he teased. She laughed, lowering to give him a blowjob that left him panting. 'Shut up and enjoy.' She mounted him, ass grinding as his cock thrust deep into her pussy. They moved fiercely, sweating and panting, until she came hard, milking his cum with commanding rhythm. 'That's how a real woman handles big.'
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