Lupe slipped from the bedroom, her sheer thong clinging to her like a whispered secret and the short silk robe barely skimming her thighs. Rog snored obliviously in a drunken haze, but her body hummed with unmet hunger. At 49, she still wielded her curves like a weapon—long dark hair cascading to her ass, smoky eyes promising trouble. She padded past the guest room, robe parting just enough to tease, when the door cracked open.
"Lupe?" Tony's voice was low, cautious. "Everything okay?"
She turned, robe slipping off one shoulder, revealing the thin strap of her thong and the swell of her breast. "Oh, Tony. Just heading to the bathroom. Or maybe I got... distracted." Her chestnut eyes locked on his, a wicked smile playing on her pouty lips. "Rog is out cold. Too much to drink, as usual. But you? You noticed me all night, didn't you?"
Tony shifted, eyes darting away then back. "Your outfit at the party was... hard to miss. But Rog is my friend. This isn't smart."
Lupe laughed, sharp and throaty, stepping closer. "Smart? Darling, I've been flashing these tits and that ass since I was a girl. Men stare, I feel powerful, and Rog stays clueless. Why fight it?" She let the robe fall open, exposing her 36C breasts, big brown areolae and puffy nipples straining. "See? No shame in looking. Or touching."
"Jesus, Lupe," Tony muttered, but his cock twitched visibly in his boxers. "You're making this impossible. If he wakes up—"
"He won't," she purred, strong hands pressing him back into the room. "And if he did, I'd handle it. I'm not some submissive housewife, Tony. I'm horny, wet, and dripping for what I want." Her fingers traced his hardening length. "Mmm, already so hard. Bet that cock's aching after watching me tease all night."
Tony groaned, resistance cracking. "You're trouble. Witty, wild trouble."
"Flattery gets you everywhere," she shot back, dropping to her knees with a grin. She freed his cock, stroking it firm and hot. "Let's see if you can handle a real woman." Her mouth enveloped him in a slick blowjob, tongue swirling as he swelled. Tony panted, hands in her hair, but she controlled the rhythm—sucking deep, then pulling back with a pop. "Taste that? My pussy's soaked just thinking about riding you."
She stood, shoving him onto the bed, robe discarded. Straddling him, she ground her wet pussy against his cock, ass flexing. "No games now. Fuck me hard, or I'll find someone who will." Tony thrust up, entering her with a groan. Lupe rode him fiercely, strong thighs clamping, breasts bouncing as she panted, "Yes—deeper, make me cum!" Sweat slicked their skin, her dripping pussy clenching around him. He came first with a grunt, hot cum filling her, but she kept grinding, chasing her own explosive release, body shaking as waves hit.
"Round two?" she whispered, eyes gleaming.
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