Elena adjusted her eye patch with a wry smile, the aftermath of detached retina surgery leaving her restless in silk sheets. 'This recovery is bullshit,' she quipped to Marcus, her sharp-witted lover perched at the bed's edge. 'No bending, no lifting, and certainly no fun. How the hell does a woman masturbate without turning her eyeball into confetti?' Marcus laughed, eyes gleaming. 'Strategic minimalism, my dear. Gentle circles, zero strain—think feather-light rebellion.' Elena arched a brow, her strong presence filling the room. 'Feather-light? Darling, I'm no damsel. Guide me, but I dictate the tempo.' Their banter crackled with heat as Marcus traced her thigh. 'Horny already? Your body's betraying that surgical vow.' 'Damn right,' Elena shot back, feeling the familiar throb. Her fingers, then his, explored—her pussy growing wet, dripping with need. Marcus's cock hardened under her commanding touch. 'Impressive restraint,' she teased, 'but let's test it.' She leaned in for a blowjob, lips and tongue working with precision while he groaned witty retorts. 'You're lethal even post-op.' Bodies soon intertwined carefully, Elena's ass pressing back as she directed every move. Sweating and panting, they built to frenzy—her pussy clenching around his cock, both coming hard, cum spilling as they collapsed in satisfied gasps. 'Next chapter,' Elena whispered, 'we refine the technique.'
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