Elena lounged against the bedroom doorframe, arms folded, a sly smirk playing on her lips. 'Marcus, you know I'm not your eager little plaything. Prone bone? Hard? Sounds like you're begging for trouble, husband.'
Marcus stepped closer, eyes gleaming. 'Trouble? Darling, your body's already screaming yes. That pussy of yours is wet and dripping just thinking about it. Admit you're horny.'
'Witty as ever,' she shot back, circling him like a predator. 'But if we're doing this, it's my rules. No whining when I make you work for it. First, a blowjob to prove that cock of yours can get hard enough.'
She dropped to her knees with a wink, taking him in her mouth, tongue teasing until he was panting and throbbing. 'Good boy,' she murmured between strokes. 'Now flip me over—prone, ass up, but don't forget who's really driving.'
Elena stretched out on the bed, strong and unyielding, as he positioned behind her. He thrust his hard cock deep into her pussy, pounding relentlessly. Sweat beaded on their skin, both panting wildly. 'Harder—yes, just like that!' she commanded, her ass meeting every stroke. She came first with a sharp cry, then he followed, filling her with cum as they collapsed, dripping and spent.
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