Elena leaned back in the velvet booth, swirling her martini with a knowing grin. Across from her, Lila arched an eyebrow, her posture radiating confidence rather than compliance. "So this is the pitch," Lila said, voice laced with sarcasm. "Your husband's birthday treat: a virgin to tie up and deflower in some cozy threesome. Charming. But if you think I'm signing up to play the meek lamb, think again. I set the pace, or this deal's off before it starts."
Elena laughed, sharp and unapologetic. "Good. I didn't hire a doormat. Marcus deserves fire, not fragility. You'll be the gift, but we're both the ones unwrapping him. Deal?"
They clinked glasses just as Marcus entered, his eyes widening at the sight of two striking women sizing him up. "Happy birthday, darling," Elena purred, pulling him close. "Meet Lila. She's intrigued... and very much in charge of her own terms."
Lila stood, circling him with a predatory smile. "Strip the jacket, birthday boy. Let's see if you're worth the fuss." Marcus complied, already breathing heavier as the women closed in. Elena's hands roamed his chest while Lila whispered, "Feel that? Already hard for us. Horny much?"
Clothes fell away in a heated rush. Elena guided Lila onto the bed, their kisses fierce and mutual, bodies pressing close. "Your pussy's dripping already," Elena teased Lila, fingers exploring. Lila moaned back, "And your husband's cock is throbbing—perfect for a blowjob to start." They took turns, panting and sweating, tongues and hands driving Marcus wild. Lila straddled him assertively, her ass grinding against his length as Elena watched with approval. "No submission here," Lila declared, lowering herself onto him with a gasp. "We take what we want."
The room filled with wet sounds and urgent breaths, building toward an explosive release as they moved together, cum and desire mingling in the air.
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