Elena lounged against the kitchen counter, her eyes sparkling with challenge as Mark approached after their guests left. "You keep bragging about that dominant streak, but we both know I'm the one who decides when you get to play," she said, her voice sharp and laced with a wicked grin. Mark chuckled, stepping closer. "Decides? Darling, your mouth writes checks your ass can't cash."
"Try me," Elena shot back, already unbuttoning her blouse to reveal smooth skin. "I dare you to hold me down and prove it. But don't whine when my pussy grips you so tight you can't think straight." The air thickened with heat as they moved to the bedroom. She stripped fully, then lowered herself prone onto the sheets, glancing back with a smirk. "Go on, big man. Pin those wrists and slide that hard cock in. Make it count."
Mark knelt behind her, gripping her wrists firmly against the mattress while his throbbing length pressed against her. Elena's pussy was already wet, dripping with anticipation as she arched her ass upward. "That's it—feel how ready I am? Now fuck me like you mean it," she commanded, her tone strong and unyielding even as he thrust deep. He pounded into her prone form, bodies sweating and panting, her ass rippling with each drive. "Deeper—yes, make me come all over that cock," she gasped wittily between moans. The rhythm built explosively, her strong legs flexing as she pushed back, refusing to yield control even in the hold.
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