Arina lounged in her living room, the summer heat clinging to her skin like a lover's promise. Her short t-shirt barely grazed her midriff, and those tiny shorts hugged her curves in ways that screamed trouble. The doorbell rang, and she smirked, already knowing who it was.
"Zakhar," she said, swinging the door open with a hand on her hip. "Back for another round of 'I can't resist your ass'? Bold move showing up unannounced."
He leaned against the frame, eyes raking over her. "Those shorts should be illegal, Arina. They make my cock hard before I even step inside. Thought I'd come check if you're as wet and dripping as I imagine."
Arina laughed, sharp and unyielding. "Horny much? If you want this pussy, earn it. I'm not some panting submissive waiting for your command. But you look like you could use a blowjob to shut that mouth—witty comeback for that?"
"Keep talking like that and I'll have you sweating on the floor," Zakhar shot back, stepping in and closing the door. "Your strong attitude only makes me harder. Let's see if you can handle rough without tapping out."
She grabbed his shirt, pulling him close. "Try me. My ass isn't for grabbing unless I say so." Their lips crashed in a fiery kiss, hands exploring. Arina shoved him onto the couch, straddling him as she ground against his hard length. "Feel that? My pussy's already wet for you, but don't think you're in charge."
Zakhar groaned, fingers slipping under her shorts to find her dripping heat. "Fuck, Arina, you're soaked. Panting already?" She unzipped him, freeing his cock and stroking it with a wicked grin. "Not panting yet, but you'll be the one coming first if you don't step up."
Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy. Arina took him in her mouth for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he thrust gently. "That's it, big boy—get that cock ready." Switching positions, she mounted him, guiding his hardness into her tight pussy. They moved together, rough and intense, her riding him hard while he gripped her ass. Sweat beaded on their skin, breaths coming in pants.
"Harder," she demanded, not submissive but commanding. Zakhar obliged, flipping her and pounding deep, her moans mixing with his grunts. "Your pussy's gripping me so tight—I'm gonna cum." Arina arched, climaxing with a cry as he followed, filling her with hot cum. Bodies slick and spent, they collapsed, the air thick with satisfaction.
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