Elena leaned against the mahogany bar, her eyes locking onto Marcus with a spark of challenge. 'You think you can handle a woman who knows exactly what she wants?' she quipped, swirling her whiskey. Marcus smirked, stepping closer. 'Only if she can keep up with my pace, darling. Care to test that theory?' Their banter crackled like electricity, sharp and teasing, as Elena described her latest conquests in business and bed with unapologetic wit. 'I've made men beg before breakfast,' she said, her voice low and husky. 'But you? You look like you might actually make me sweat.' The tension built as they moved to a private lounge, clothes shedding in a dance of anticipation. Elena pushed him down, straddling his lap. 'This pussy is wet and dripping for a reason,' she whispered, guiding his hard cock inside her with confident control. Marcus groaned, panting as she rode him, her ass grinding with power. She took him deep, delivering a teasing blowjob that left him throbbing before mounting again. 'I'm horny as hell and you're going to make me come,' she demanded wittily. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they climaxed together, her strong cries filling the room while cum spilled hot and wild.
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