Ten years after high school, Alina and Mira collided at a sleek downtown café, their laughter echoing like old times. "You still order that ridiculous oat milk latte?" Mira teased, eyes sparkling. "Some habits die hard, unlike your terrible taste in men back then," Alina shot back with a wicked grin, her strong posture radiating confidence as she leaned in.
Just as they settled, Ishak appeared, forcing his way into the seat with a charming smirk. "Ladies, room for an old classmate who’s been dying to catch up?"
"Dying? Dramatic as ever, Ishak," Alina quipped, her gaze locking onto his. "Still pining after me like in lit class?"
"Pining? More like plotting my comeback," he replied sharply. "You two plotting world domination without me?" Mira laughed but excused herself soon after, leaving the air charged.
Alone, their banter turned electric. "I have a boyfriend, you know," Alina said, voice low and teasing, "but that doesn’t mean I can’t handle a little adventure." Ishak’s eyes darkened. "Then let’s make it explosive." They slipped away to his nearby apartment, the tension snapping the moment the door closed.
Alina shoved him against the wall, strong hands roaming. "Show me that hard cock you’ve been hiding," she demanded, freeing it and stroking firmly. Ishak groaned, pulling her close. "Your pussy’s already wet and dripping for me." She smirked, shedding clothes with assertive grace, then straddled him on the bed.
Riding him hard, Alina panted as his cock thrust deep into her slick pussy. "Fuck, yes—fill my ass with those hands while I take you." Sweat glistened on their skin, bodies moving in rhythm. Ishak gripped her hips, driving up as she ground down, both panting and horny. "You feel incredible," he growled. She came first, clenching around him, then milked his cock until he exploded, cum spilling hot inside her. They collapsed, grinning, the secret already addictive.
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