In the dim glow of her penthouse, Lily leaned against the marble bar, swirling her whiskey with a smirk that could cut glass. Luca, her infuriatingly charming rival from the boardroom wars, circled closer. "You always play hard to get, Lily, but we both know that sharp tongue of yours hides a woman who's been craving this all night," he teased, voice low and edged with challenge.
"Craving? Please, Luca. Your ego's bigger than your cock could ever be. If you want me, earn it—tie me up and prove you're not all talk," she fired back, her eyes flashing with wicked amusement, never yielding an inch. She was the one who set the rules, even as he looped the silk scarves around her wrists, securing her to the bedposts with deliberate slowness. "Don't think this makes you in charge. Touch me wrong and I'll have you on your knees begging for mercy."
Luca's hands roamed, stripping her slowly as banter flew. "Horny already? I can feel how wet you're getting, dripping for me," he murmured, parting her thighs. Lily arched, panting with anticipation but sharp as ever. "Wet? That's your cue to stop gloating and start working. Give me that hard cock—now—or I'll make you watch while I handle things myself."
He plunged into her pussy, thrusting hard and deep, their bodies slick with sweat. Lily's ass lifted to meet him, commanding the rhythm. "Deeper, you tease. Make this count." The air filled with gasps as he pounded relentlessly; she came first, her witty barbs turning to moans. "That's it—fill me with your cum, Luca. Don't you dare stop until I'm satisfied." He followed, groaning as he came inside her, both panting in the aftermath of their explosive clash.
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