The living room reeked of spilled whiskey and bad decisions. Mark leaned back in the armchair, his eyes locked on Elena as I snored on the couch, dead to the world after one too many rounds. She crossed her legs, that sharp wit flashing like a blade. "Mark, if you're about to suggest something stupid, save it. I'm not in the mood for your games tonight."
He chuckled, low and knowing. "Oh, but I know the games you like, Elena. Your husband spilled everything before he passed out. How your pussy gets tight and dripping the harder someone degrades you. CNC, leashes, crawling on all fours, face slaps and spit—turns you into a horny mess even if your morals scream no."
Elena's cheeks flushed, but her voice stayed strong, laced with sarcasm. "You're drunk and delusional. I have high standards, not some submissive trigger you can pull. Try that line again and I'll slap you myself." Yet her breath hitched, thighs pressing together as heat pooled between them.
Mark stood, circling her like a predator. "Prove it. Stand up and walk away. Or stay and see what happens when I treat you like the cheating slut you secretly crave." He grabbed her wrist, pulling her close. She resisted at first, pushing against his chest with a witty retort, "Big talk for a guy who's about to get kicked out. My pussy isn't your toy, no matter what he said."
But her body betrayed her—pussy already wet and dripping under her skirt. He spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch, hiking up her dress. "Look at that ass, perfect for marking." His hand cracked against her cheek, not too hard, but enough to make her gasp. Spit landed on her face as he leaned in. "Beg for it, or I'll just take what I want."
Elena's strong facade cracked with a moan, her voice panting, "This is wrong... but fuck, I'm so horny." She dropped to her knees on all fours, crawling a step as he improvised a leash from his belt around her neck. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. She eyed it, defiant yet dripping. "Don't think this means I'm yours. But... give me that cock."
Mark thrust into her mouth for a rough blowjob, her tongue working despite the verbal humiliation. "That's it, take it like the wet whore you are. Your husband won't know how you came all over my cock." She gagged but sucked harder, pussy clenching, sweating and panting as he pulled out and flipped her onto the floor. He slammed into her from behind, her ass jiggling with each thrust. The degradation hit harder—she came first, tighter and wetter, cum dripping down her thighs while he followed, filling her with hot spurts. The cheating thrill made her moan louder, body exploding in forbidden ecstasy as the night blurred into more.
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