I strutted into Eric's apartment, my hips swaying with confidence. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows on the hardwood floors. I shot him a playful smirk as I sauntered over to the couch, my stilettos clicking against the wood.
Eric's eyes followed my every move, his gaze lingering on my curves. He leaned in, whispering filthy things in my ear. "You look good enough to eat, you know that?"
I chuckled, my eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, I didn't come here for a snack, Eric."
He grinned, his fingers tracing a line down my arm. "No, I know what you came for. And I'm more than happy to oblige."
His fingers began to explore my body, teasing me with every touch. I let out a low moan, urging him to continue. His fingers danced along my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"You're so fucking responsive, it's insane," Eric murmured, his voice husky with desire.
I shot him a sassy look. "Well, you're pretty good with those fingers of yours. Keep it up."
His dirty talk got dirtier, and I couldn't help but respond in kind. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I talk dirty to you."
"Fuck, yes," Eric growled, his fingers moving faster.
Just as I was about to reach the brink, Eric pulled back. He looked at me with a mischievous grin, knowing exactly what he was doing.
I glared at him, playfully insulting his teasing ways. "You're such a fucking tease, you know that?"
He chuckled, then grabbed my hair, pulling it back into a tight ponytail. "You love it, though. You love when I tease you."
I couldn't deny it - I did love it. Eric's fingers found their way back to my core, this time with more urgency. I eagerly submitted to his touch, my body begging for more.
I couldn't help but suck and lick him, tasting every inch of him. He squirmed and moaned, his body responding to my every move. Eric's grip on my hair tightened as he started to fuck my face. I took him in, relishing the feeling of power and control.
He continued to thrust, his moans growing louder. I could feel his release building, and I couldn't wait for it. With one final thrust, Eric came undone. I took it all in, savoring the taste of victory.
Eric collapsed onto the couch, panting and spent. I shot him a satisfied smirk, knowing I'd won this round.
We exchanged playful insults, our banter filled with sexual tension. I could feel the anticipation building between us. As the night wore on, I knew one thing for sure - I was in control, and Eric was just along for the ride.
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