The neon lights of downtown pulsed like a shared heartbeat as Alex and Mia strolled from the jazz club, their laughter cutting through the night air. "That sax solo was decent, but you know what really got me going?" Mia teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Your terrible impression of the waiter. Bold move, but it worked." Alex grinned, pulling her closer. "Says the woman who ordered dessert just to watch me squirm paying the bill. Admit it, you were already plotting how to get me alone."
Mia smirked, her hand brushing his thigh. "Plotting? Darling, I don't plot—I decide. And right now, I'm deciding you're far too clothed for my liking. This date's been a slow burn, but I'm horny as hell." Their pace quickened to the apartment, tension crackling. Once inside, Mia shoved him against the door, her voice low and sharp. "Strip. Now. I've been wet and dripping since that second glass of wine."
Alex's breath hitched as she freed his hard cock, stroking it with firm, teasing twists. "Fuck, Mia, your grip's lethal. What happened to foreplay?" She laughed, dropping to her knees. "Foreplay's overrated when I'm this ready. Watch." Her mouth enveloped him in a sloppy blowjob, tongue swirling as she took him deep, saliva glistening. Alex groaned, hands gripping her ass, fingers digging in. "God, that ass—keep going, you're driving me insane." Both were sweating and panting, bodies slick with heat. Mia pulled back just enough to taunt, "Like that? My pussy's throbbing, but you'll wait your turn."
He thrust gently into her mouth until he came hard, shooting cum across her chest and lips, their bodies trembling in release. Mia wiped her mouth with a wicked smile. "Not bad for round one. Ready for more?"
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