Elizabeth lingered outside Karl Heberger's bedroom door, her pulse quickening at the unmistakable rhythm of his loud moans echoing through the wood. Infatuated didn't begin to cover it—she wanted him badly, every inch of that sharp-witted rogue who'd dodged her advances for weeks. The sound of him jerking off sent heat flooding her core, making her pussy throb and grow wet, dripping with anticipation. She wasn't the type to wait politely. With a sly smile, she pushed the door open. Karl froze mid-stroke, his hard cock glistening in his fist, sweat beading on his chest. 'Well, well,' Elizabeth purred, stepping inside with commanding grace, 'caught with your cock in hand, Heberger? How delightfully predictable. Thought you could hide those moans from me?' Karl smirked, panting slightly, 'Elizabeth, darling, if you'd knocked, I might've saved the show. Or are you here to critique my technique?' She laughed, sharp and unyielding, closing the distance. 'Critique? No. I want that tongue of yours on my pussy until I cream—hard. And then you'll lick up every drop of my thick cum like the gentleman you pretend to be.' His eyes darkened with hunger as she shed her clothes, revealing her ass and curves. 'Bossy as ever. What makes you think I'd—' 'Because you're horny as hell and we both know it,' she cut in, pushing him to his knees. 'Now eat.' Karl dove in, licking her dripping folds with expert fervor while she gripped his hair, guiding him. 'That's it—deeper. No blowjob for you yet; this is my turn.' Her moans matched his earlier ones, body sweating and panting as pleasure built. He worked her relentlessly until she came, her thick cum coating his tongue, which he eagerly licked clean, savoring every bit. The explosive release left them both breathless, her strong grip pulling him up for more.
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