Chapter 1: The Spark Ignites
Elena strode back into the office like she owned the place, tanned from months abroad and flashing that knowing smirk. Alex nearly spilled his coffee. "Back from conquering the continent, I see," he quipped. "Miss me, or just my terrible jokes?"
"Your jokes are the worst, but the drinks after work? Non-negotiable," she fired back, her eyes sparkling with challenge. They hit the bar hard, old friends slipping into easy rhythm until the world blurred. Back at her apartment, tipsy and laughing, the conversation turned sharp.
"Remember that fling with the barista?" Elena teased, leaning in. "You said she rode you like a pro. My turn to one-up: that Italian in Milan had a cock that made me forget my name. But he was clingy."
Alex chuckled, voice low. "Sounds familiar. My current thing's fun but non-exclusive—same for you?"
"Exactly. Seeing someone, but rules are loose. Keeps it interesting." Their gazes locked, heat rising. "You've always wondered what it'd be like with me, haven't you?"
"Witty as ever," she purred, closing the gap. They kissed fiercely, hands roaming. Elena shoved his shirt off, her strong fingers tracing his chest. "Strip me," she demanded, equal and unyielding.
Clothes flew until she stood in see-through white panties, already wet and dripping. Alex peeled them off last, revealing her neat black bush. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he groaned.
"Your turn to prove it," Elena said, pushing him down. She gripped his hard cock, giving a teasing blowjob that had him panting. He flipped her, tongue diving into her pussy, licking her wet folds while she ground against his face, sweating and horny. "Don't hold back—make me cum."
They fucked explosively, her riding him with fierce control, ass slapping as he thrust deep. She came first, then he followed, cum spilling as they panted through round after round, bodies slick and insatiable.
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