Elena sauntered into the dimly lit lounge, her gaze slicing through the crowd like a blade. Marcus caught her eye from the corner booth. "Bold move, staring like that," she quipped, sliding in beside him. "Most men fumble their words before I even speak." Marcus grinned. "And most women bore me before the first drink. You seem different—dangerous, even." Their banter sparked like flint on steel: witty jabs about power plays and hidden desires flew back and forth, each retort sharper than the last. "Prove you're not all talk," she challenged, leading him to the elevator. In the suite, Elena shoved him onto the bed, her hands commanding. "Strip. Now." She straddled him, horny and wet, her pussy dripping as she ground against his hardening length. "That's a nice hard cock you've got there," she purred, sliding down for a teasing blowjob that left him panting. Marcus groaned, but she stayed in control, flipping positions. "My ass, my rules." Their bodies collided in explosive rhythm—sweating, thrusting—until she came with a cry, her pussy clenching as he followed, cum spilling hot. They collapsed, panting, the night just beginning.
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