Liam and Daniella tumbled into her apartment, still buzzing from the gym. At 6'1, he towered over her 5'5 frame, but she owned every inch with that confident smirk. "350 pounds on the deadlift? Cute, Liam. I crushed 460 today," Daniella teased, wiping sweat from her brow. "Whatever," he shot back with a grin. "You always exaggerate." She stepped closer, eyes sparkling. "Bet I could outwrestle you right now. Care to prove me wrong, big guy?" Liam laughed it off, but her challenge lit a fire. "Fine, let's see what you've got." They cleared space on the living room floor, circling like old college rivals turned something hotter. Daniella moved fast, using her strength and leverage to pin him. Soon she had him trapped in a headscissor hold, thighs like steel around his neck. He squirmed, panting, but then felt himself getting hard against the fabric. She noticed, smiling wickedly as her hand lightly stroked his growing cock through his sweatpants. "Giving up yet? Your cock's telling a different story." Liam blushed, staying quiet, his body betraying him. Daniella's grip tightened just enough to keep control, her own breath quickening with the thrill. She slowly pulled down his sweatpants, revealing his hard cock. "Look at that—horny already?" she purred, strong and unyielding. Sliding lower, she took him in her mouth for a teasing blowjob, tongue working expertly while he groaned, sweating and panting beneath her. "Your ass looks perfect from here," she murmured between strokes, her pussy growing wet and dripping with anticipation. Liam's hands gripped her thighs as she climbed atop, guiding his cock into her slick heat. She rode him hard, controlling every thrust, her strong body glistening. "Fuck, you're so wet," he gasped. Daniella grinned, grinding deeper until they both came in an explosive rush, cum mixing with their shared heat as she claimed every moment.
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