Elena slammed her palm on the desk, her sharp eyes flashing in the neon glow of the hacker den. "How do I sign in, fucker?" she demanded, voice dripping with sarcasm and heat. Marcus leaned back, smirking, his gaze raking over her leather-clad curves. "Username 'goddess', password 'make-me-drip'. But you always did prefer hands-on tutorials, didn't you?"
"Cute. Try not boring me to death before the fireworks," she shot back, stepping closer, her fingers tracing his jaw. "I don't beg for access—I take it." The air thickened as witty barbs flew: "Your firewall's weak, Elena," he teased. "And your cock's about to be the breach," she countered, shoving him against the wall.
Tension snapped. Clothes hit the floor in a sweaty rush. Elena's strong hands gripped his hard cock, stroking with commanding rhythm while she stayed in control. "On your knees first—show me that blowjob technique you brag about," she ordered, but he flipped it with a grin. "Only if your pussy's as wet as your threats."
She straddled him, ass grinding, her dripping pussy sliding along his length. Panting and horny, they locked eyes. "Fuck me like you mean it," she panted, lowering onto him. He thrust up hard, her walls clenching as she rode with fierce power. Sweating bodies collided, her moans sharp. "Deeper—don't you dare hold back."
The explosive peak hit: she came first, pussy pulsing around his cock, then he followed, cum spilling hot as they collapsed, still trading breathless quips about "signing in" for round two.
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