Marina strode into the dimly lit apartment, her bare skin catching the moonlight like polished marble. Kostya froze on the couch, book slipping from his fingers. She walked past him deliberately, hips swaying, ass perfectly on display.
"Enjoying the view, or should I moonwalk back for an encore?" she quipped, voice sharp as a whip.
Kostya cleared his throat. "Marina, this isn't a strip club. What's the game?"
She turned, eyes blazing with challenge, not an ounce of submission. "Game? Darling, I'm just testing if that cock of yours still remembers how to get hard without a remote control. Or has work turned you into a eunuch?"
He shifted, already feeling the heat rise. "Witty as ever. But two can play—your pussy looks dripping wet from here. Horny much?"
"Observant. Now shut up and prove it." She shoved him back, straddling him with fierce grace. Hands roaming, she freed his throbbing cock, stroking it hard until it stood rigid. "Mmm, that's better."
Panting, Kostya gripped her waist. "You always this bossy?"
"Only when you're slow." She descended, taking him deep, her wet pussy clenching around his hard length. They moved in a frenzy—sweating bodies slapping, her ass bouncing as she rode him relentlessly. "Fuck, your cock feels perfect."
Marina leaned in, whispering wickedly between thrusts. "Want a blowjob first next time? Too late now." He came with a groan, cum spilling as she followed, dripping and triumphant, bodies locked in explosive release.
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