Elena sliced through the vegetables with precision, her kitchen alive with the scent of garlic and tension. Marcus leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. "Plotting world domination with that knife, or just trying to distract me from how good you look?"
"Distract you? Please. If I wanted you distracted, I'd skip the apron altogether," she shot back, wiping her hands and turning with a smirk. "But you're all talk until things get hot."
He stepped closer, voice low. "Challenge accepted. Table's looking lonely." They moved there, her pulling him into a kiss that sparked like flint. Foreplay ignited with teasing touches—her hand grazing his thigh, his fingers tracing her curves—as witty barbs flew. "Getting hard already? Cute," she purred, unbuttoning his shirt. "My pussy's been wet since you walked in."
"Dripping for me, huh? Let's see that ass," Marcus quipped, but Elena spun him, strong and in control. "Not so fast. Earn it." On the couch they tumbled next, her straddling him with panting breaths. Sweating bodies pressed close, she freed his throbbing cock. "Time for a blowjob that'll make you forget your name." She took him deep, tongue wicked, until he groaned. "Horny doesn't begin to cover it," he panted, flipping positions playfully. She rode him hard, pussy gripping tight, ass bouncing as they chased release. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he warned. Elena came first, clenching around him, their explosive climax leaving them slick and spent.
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