Elena kicked off her heels the moment they crossed the threshold, her silk dress clinging to every curve like a whispered secret. "Darling, if that board meeting bored you half as much as it bored me, you're already half-hard under those slacks," she teased, spinning to face Marcus with a wicked glint in her eye. He loosened his tie, smirking. "Bored? I was imagining bending you over the conference table. Your ass in that skirt was criminal."
She laughed, sharp and throaty, stepping closer to trail a finger down his chest. "Criminal? Please. You couldn't handle me in public—too many witnesses to your little control issues. But here? Naked? I might let you try." Marcus pulled her flush against him, his cock already stirring hard against her thigh. "Let me? Wife, you're dripping at the thought."
Elena pushed him back with a playful shove, strong hands unbuttoning her dress to reveal smooth, bare skin. "Dripping? Check for yourself, but don't get cocky." She shed the fabric, standing naked and unashamed, her pussy glistening under the low lights. Marcus stripped fast, his hard length springing free. "Blowjob first? Or straight to the main event?"
"Horny much?" she quipped, dropping to her knees for a teasing lick that had him panting. "But no—tonight you're earning it." She rose, guiding him to the bed with a firm grip. "Prone bone, husband. Me on my stomach, you buried deep in this ass and pussy. Make me cum screaming." Marcus groaned, positioning her naked form face-down, his cock teasing her wet entrance as sweat beaded on their skin. "Dripping already? Fuck, Elena, you're going to break me." She arched back, voice dripping with command. "Then break me first—hard." The air thickened, their breathing ragged, the explosive promise of cum and release hanging just beyond the next thrust.
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