I lounged against the headboard, watching Elena stride into our bedroom like she owned the night. "Zach, you've been staring at me all evening like a man starving," she purred, her voice laced with that razor-sharp wit I adored. "But let's be clear—I'm not some damsel waiting for rescue. Get over here and prove that cock of yours is as hard as your promises."
I grinned, pulling her close. "Elena, your tongue cuts deeper than any blade, but I bet your pussy's already wet and dripping for me." She laughed, shoving me back and straddling my hips with commanding grace. Her hands worked fast, freeing my throbbing length. "Witty as ever, husband. But talk is cheap—how about a blowjob to shut you up?" She descended, lips wrapping around my cock, sucking with fierce intensity while I groaned, sweating already from her heat.
"God, Elena, you're making me so horny," I panted, gripping her ass as she bobbed. She pulled back, eyes blazing. "Save the praise. I want that hard cock inside me now." Climbing atop, she sank down, her wet pussy enveloping me in slick fire. We moved together, her riding with unyielding power, ass slapping against my thighs, both of us panting and dripping with sweat. "Fuck, Zach, don't you dare cum yet," she teased mid-thrust. "I plan to make you work for it."
Just as we built to that explosive peak, her phone blared from the nightstand. Elena froze, smirking down at me. "Saved by the bell, lover. But this conversation isn't over."
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