Ten years melted away the moment Alina spotted Mira across the bustling café, their laughter echoing like old secrets. "Mira, you haven't changed a bit—still stealing the spotlight," Alina teased, her eyes sharp with that unbreakable confidence. Mira grinned back, equally fierce. "And you're still the one who makes hearts race without trying. Spill—how's life treating the untouchable Alina?"
Before Mira could answer, Ishak appeared, forcing his way into the seat with a cocky smirk. "Ladies, room for an old classmate who never forgot either of you?" Alina arched a brow, her voice laced with wit. "Ishak, still crashing parties like it's high school? My boyfriend might not approve, but go on—impress me." They bantered sharply, sparks flying as Ishak admitted his old crush, Alina countering with playful jabs about his persistence. "Secret meetings sound dangerous," she said, leaning in, "but I'm no one's submissive shadow. Let's see if you can handle me."
Later that night, in a dimly lit hotel room, the tension exploded. Alina pushed Ishak against the wall, her hand gripping his already hard cock through his pants. "Look at you, throbbing and ready," she purred, strong and in control. She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue working him until he was panting. "Your turn to make me drip." Ishak's fingers found her wet pussy, sliding in as she moaned, her ass grinding against him.
She mounted him, riding his cock with fierce thrusts, her pussy clenching tight. "Deeper—make me come," she demanded, sweat glistening on their bodies. He grabbed her ass, pounding harder as she panted, horny and dripping. They switched, him behind her, cock slamming into her slick heat until they both came hard, cum mixing in waves of ecstasy, bodies sweating and trembling in the afterglow.
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