Chapter 1: The Encounter
Elena strode into the shadowed lounge, her gaze locking onto Marcus like a predator's. She slid beside him at the bar, her voice a velvet whip. 'Thinking you could outwit me tonight, or just hoping for a quick thrill?'
Marcus smirked, swirling his whiskey. 'With you, Elena, it's never quick. Your tongue's sharper than most blades—care to prove your other talents match?'
She laughed, ordering scotch. 'Flattery's cheap. Show me that hard cock's worth the banter, and maybe I'll let you taste what you're missing.' Their words danced, escalating from witty jabs to heated promises until she dragged him to a velvet booth.
Pushing him down, Elena straddled his lap, her fingers freeing his throbbing cock. 'Already hard? Good—now shut up and feel this.' She leaned in, delivering a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling as he groaned. 'Fuck, you're wet and dripping already,' he panted.
'Focus on my pussy, not your ego,' she shot back, mounting him with fierce control. Her ass ground against him, sweat beading on their skin as she rode, horny and relentless. 'Deeper—make me cum hard.' Their bodies slammed together, panting filling the air until they both came, cum spilling hot and wild in an explosive release that hinted at chapters yet unwritten.
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