The living room hummed with distant laughter from the guests in the kitchen, but Lena had other plans. She sauntered over to where Marcus sat on the sofa, pretending to scroll his phone. "Eyes on the screen, big shot? How boring. I bet I can make you forget your own name in under a minute," she purred, sliding between his legs with a wicked grin. Her hand dipped into his pants, gripping his cock firmly. It grew hard instantly under her touch. "Mmm, already throbbing for me? Guests could walk in any second—doesn't that make you even hornier?"
Marcus groaned, but Lena wasn't submissive; she owned the moment. "Tease all you want, but if you think you're in charge here, think again," he shot back with a sharp laugh. She stroked him slowly, her pussy already wet and dripping at the thrill. The tension spiked as she whispered, "Prove it. Or are you all talk?"
He couldn't take it. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her against the wall, but she wrapped her legs around him assertively, pinning his hands instead. "My turn to lead," she teased, kissing him passionately. Clothes ripped away in a frenzy, skin sweating against skin. Dropping to his knees, Marcus licked her clit, sucking until she was panting and soaking wet. "Fuck, your tongue's magic—don't stop, or I'll make you regret it," she moaned wittily, grinding against his face.
Just as she neared the edge, he stood, thrusting his hard cock deep into her pussy with one powerful stroke. "G-spot hit—eyes rolling yet?" he panted. She laughed breathlessly, "Harder, or the guests win." He slammed into her, bodies colliding, her ass pressing back as they both grew louder. Her internal muscles tightened, dripping with need. Hand over her mouth to muffle moans, they climaxed together—he came deep inside her, cum pulsing as they collapsed, panting and spent in the adrenaline rush.
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