Elena lounged on the terrace, script in hand, her sharp eyes locking onto Alex. 'So the studio wants us as hero and heroine, complete with that steamy kiss. Your father gave the green light for rehearsals—says it's art. But remember, at home we're still mom and son.'
Alex smirked. 'Art, huh? The script has us melting into each other. Think we can keep it professional?'
'Professional is my middle name, darling,' Elena retorted, stepping closer with a wicked grin. 'But if we're selling passion, we practice. Lips first.' Their mouths met, tentative then fierce, tongues clashing in witty banter between breaths. 'Not bad for a rookie hero,' she teased, pulling back. 'My turn to direct.'
Heat built fast. Alex's cock grew hard against her thigh. Elena noticed, her pussy already wet and dripping with forbidden thrill. 'Horny already? Cute. But I'm in charge.' She dropped to her knees, delivering a sharp, teasing blowjob, her mouth working his length while she quipped, 'Taste that power, son—don't come too soon.'
Sweating and panting, they escalated. Elena spun, pressing her ass back as he thrust, her strong hands guiding every move. 'Harder, hero—make it explosive.' Alex came with a groan, cum spilling as she rode the wave, both lost in the moment. The rehearsal blurred lines, attraction igniting beyond the script.
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