Elena lounged on the silk sheets, her gaze sharp as a blade. "You think holding me down is going to work tonight, husband? I've flipped bigger men than you for less." Mark chuckled, shedding his shirt as he stalked closer. "Bigger egos, maybe. But that ass of yours is begging for it, and we both know your pussy gets wetter when I take charge." She arched a brow, voice dripping with wit. "Charge? Cute. Last time you tried, I had you panting after one blowjob. What's the plan—pin me prone and hope I don't ride you backward?" He grabbed her wrists, pressing her face-down into the mattress, his body heavy over hers. "Exactly. Feel how hard my cock is already? You're horny as hell and dripping for it." Elena laughed, pushing back with surprising strength, her ass grinding against him. "Harder, or is that all the muscle you've got? Make me cum and we'll call it even." Sweating from the struggle, he slid into her wet heat from behind, prone bone position locking her in place. She panted, witty retorts turning to moans as he thrust deep, her strong legs flexing but yielding just enough. "That's it—own it, but don't think you're in charge," she teased between gasps, her body responding with dripping desire until the explosive rhythm built, him holding her firm as they both neared the edge.
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