Elena stormed into Marcus's shadowy office, slamming the forged papers on his desk. 'You slippery bastard, these aren't the deeds we bargained for. I agreed to sell my ass for the real ones, not this pile of lies. What kind of con are you running?'
Marcus leaned back with a wicked grin, his eyes raking over her curves. 'Elena, darling, your wit cuts sharper than a knife. But a deal's a deal—your legendary ass for my signature, remember? Though I must say, these fakes suit you; always playing hard to get.'
She crossed her arms, refusing to flinch. 'Hard to get? Please. I could outsmart you with one hand tied. But that rumor about your gigantic cock— is it true, or just another swindle to get me wet and dripping?'
The air thickened as he stood, towering yet vulnerable under her gaze. 'Why don't you find out? I'm already hard just from your sharp tongue. Care for a preview before I claim that tight ass?'
Elena smirked, stepping closer, her fingers tracing his belt. 'Preview? How generous. But if we're doing this, I'm in charge—no submissive games. Drop those pants, swindler.' As he complied, her breath hitched at the sight of his massive, throbbing cock springing free. 'Fuck, that's no rumor. It's a weapon.'
She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling while he panted, 'God, you're good at this—horny already?' Elena pulled back, eyes fierce. 'Horny? My pussy's soaked, but don't get cocky.' She stood, shedding her clothes, revealing her glistening wetness. Marcus groaned, hands on her ass, but she pushed him down. 'My rules.'
Straddling him, she rubbed her dripping pussy along his hard length, both sweating from the tension. 'Ready to feel this giant cock inside?' she taunted. He thrust up, and she sank down with a gasp, the explosive stretch beginning as they moved in sync, panting toward climax.
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