I stepped into your apartment, the air thick with tension. "You always this direct, or is tonight special?" I quipped, eyeing the way your dress clung to every curve.
You laughed sharply, closing the door with a click. "Direct? Darling, I just know what I want—and right now, it's that cock of yours getting hard for me. Think you can keep up?"
Witty banter flew as we moved to the bedroom. "Horny already?" you teased, pushing me onto the sheets. "Your turn to prove it." You stripped slowly, your pussy already wet and dripping as you climbed atop me. I felt your ass grind against my throbbing length while your hands worked me into a frenzy. "Blowjob first?" you suggested with a wink, but took control, your mouth hot and skilled until I was panting.
Sweating and lost in the moment, you guided my hard cock into your slick pussy, riding with fierce rhythm. "Deeper—yes, like that," you commanded, not yielding an inch. We came together in a burst of cum, bodies slick and heaving.
"Bathroom. Now," you ordered, pulling me up. Under the hot spray, you bent over the counter, your ass inviting as I entered you again from behind. "Harder—make me drip," you demanded between moans. Panting and horny, we fucked wildly until another explosive release left us both spent against the tiles.
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