I lounged against the headboard as Elena sauntered in, her eyes locked on mine with that signature spark. "Zach, you've been undressing me with that gaze all evening. Care to back it up, or are you all talk?" she quipped, her voice sharp and laced with challenge.
"Talk? Elena, I'm ready to prove it—unless you're worried you'll be the one begging first," I shot back, grinning as she climbed onto the bed and shoved me flat, her strength radiating control.
Her hand slid down, gripping my cock which was already hard and throbbing. "Mmm, impressive, but let's see if it survives what I have planned." She leaned in for a teasing kiss before sliding lower, delivering a slow, wicked blowjob that left me panting and gripping the sheets.
"God, your pussy is so wet and dripping for me," I groaned, flipping her gently only for her to reclaim the top with a smirk. "Horny much? Don't think you're in charge here, lover."
I grabbed her ass as she lowered onto me, our bodies moving in sync, sweating and building heat. "Faster, Zach—make me come hard," she demanded wittily between moans. We were lost in the rhythm, on the edge of explosive release, when the phone blared from the nightstand, shattering the moment.
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