Elena slipped through the bedroom door at 3 a.m., her skin glistening with sweat, clothes clinging damply to every curve. She hadn't showered; the scent of her earlier tryst lingered like a secret invitation. Mark lay propped against the pillows, eyes wide with anticipation.
"Darling," she purred, voice laced with exhaustion and velvet condescension, "you've been waiting like a good boy, haven't you? While I was out riding a cock so hard it made my legs shake." She kicked off her heels and approached the bed, hips swaying with unyielding confidence.
Mark swallowed. "Elena, you look... spent. Did he—"
"Oh, he tried," she interrupted with a sharp, witty laugh, shedding her dress to reveal her bare, dripping form. "His blowjob skills were mediocre at best—more fumbling than finesse. But his cock? Thick, relentless. Still, nothing compares to how you listen. Come, touch my ass while I tell you the rest. I'm too tired to move, but you're welcome to explore."
She climbed onto the sheets, guiding his hands to her firm cheeks. As his fingers traced her, she continued, panting softly from the night's exertions. "He had me bent over, horny as hell, but I kept thinking of you here, patient and devoted. Lick my pussy now, slowly—yes, just like that. Feel how wet and dripping it still is?" Her words were sharp yet affectionate, a strong woman's playful dominance. "Mmm, your tongue is far superior to his clumsy efforts. He came too quickly; I had to finish myself thinking of your worship."
Elena arched, letting the sensations build as Mark's mouth worked her sensitive folds, her breathing growing heavier. Sweat beaded on her brow, mingling with the room's heat. After several teasing minutes of her witty narration—detailing every thrust and moan with loving barbs—she eased onto her back, legs parting invitingly.
"Now, my love," she said calmly, voice steady and commanding, "you may take me. Slide that hard cock into my pussy, but gently—I'm exhausted, not a toy. Fuck me soft and deep, but remember: you come on my belly, nowhere else."
Mark positioned himself, entering her with careful thrusts. Elena's hands gripped his shoulders, directing the rhythm with quiet strength. "That's it... deeper, but no rushing. Feel how my walls clench around you?" Their panting filled the air, bodies slick with sweat. The pace intensified subtly, her moans sharp and encouraging, until Mark's control shattered. He pulled out, erupting in hot cum across her toned belly, the explosive release leaving them both breathless and intertwined in the afterglow.
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