Clovis lounged on Marinette's couch, the familiar scent of her apartment wrapping around him like an old secret. At eighteen, he'd known her forever, but tonight the air crackled differently. She paced in front of him, her eyes sharp and hungry.
"Clovis, you've been dodging this tension for years," Marinette said, her voice a velvet blade. "Best friends? Please. I've seen how you look at me—like you're starving but too polite to bite."
He smirked, leaning back. "And you've been playing the tease, Marinette. All those late nights, brushing against me 'by accident.' What's the game now?"
She stopped, hands on her hips, strong and unyielding. "No game. I want you. Hard. Not some gentle whisper—I want it savage. Your cock throbbing while I take what I need."
Clovis's pulse quickened. "Witty as ever. But can you handle it? I'm not some toy you can break."
"Watch me," she purred, striding over and straddling him. Her hands yanked at his shirt, exposing skin. "Feel that? My pussy's already wet, dripping for you." She ground against his growing hardness, her ass pressing firm. "Horny doesn't cover it. I want your cock in my mouth first—a blowjob that'll leave you panting."
He groaned, hands gripping her thighs. "You're strong, I'll give you that. But let's see if you can back it up without submitting."
Marinette laughed, sharp and seductive, shoving him down. She freed his hard cock, stroking it with purpose. "Oh, I don't submit. You'll come when I say—cum all over while I ride you raw." Sweat beaded on her brow as she leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Ready for savage?"
The room heated, their breathing heavy, bodies pressing closer to an explosive edge.
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