Elena strode into the penthouse, heels clicking like a challenge. "Alex, you called me here thinking you'd lead? Cute. But I set the pace." Alex smirked, leaning against the bar. "Bold words from someone who’s been eyeing my ass all week. Prove it, or are you all talk?" She laughed sharply, stepping close. "Talk? I’ll have you begging before the night ends." Their banter sparked—witty jabs about past flings and hidden desires—until heat built. Elena shoved him onto the couch, straddling him. "Show me that hard cock," she demanded, freeing it and wrapping her lips around for a teasing blowjob. He groaned as she worked him, her pussy already wet and dripping with anticipation. "Horny much?" he panted. "You’re the one sweating," she retorted, strong hands guiding him. She turned, offering her ass as she mounted him reverse, riding with fierce control. Bodies slick with sweat, they moved in rhythm—panting, grinding—until he came hard, cum spilling as she climaxed, dripping down her thighs. "Explosive enough for you?" she whispered, not yielding an inch.
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