I curled up on the velvet couch, legs tucked under me, eyeing Alex as he tossed his keys on the table. "So, your 'just a friend' Emma posted another thirst trap. Those curves could start wars—admit it, you noticed." Alex grinned, that sharp glint in his eye. "Jealous much? Emma's hot, sure, but you're the one who keeps me up nights. What's your angle?"
I leaned in, voice dripping with wit. "Angle? Oh, darling, it's more like a full-blown fantasy. I get off imagining you two tangled up—her pretty ass grinding against you while I watch from the shadows. Bet her pussy's as tight as her wit." He chuckled, but his gaze darkened. "You're playing with fire. Emma's strong-willed, not some toy. She'd probably outsmart me mid-thrust."
"Exactly why it's so damn hot," I shot back, standing to straddle his lap, my hands firm on his shoulders. "Picture it: your cock hard and throbbing as she drops to her knees for a blowjob, lips wrapped tight, while I whisper dirty encouragement. Makes my pussy wet just thinking." Alex's breath hitched, hands gripping my hips. "Horny little minx. If we're doing this, it's on your terms—but Emma's no pushover."
The air thickened with tension. I yanked his shirt off, our mouths clashing in a witty duel of tongues. "Prove it," I panted, sliding down to free his cock, already hard and leaking. I teased him with slow strokes. "Imagine her dripping for you, ass up, as you thrust deep." He groaned, flipping me onto the cushions, strong but yielding to my lead. My fingers dipped between my legs, wet and dripping, as I guided him inside. We moved in sync, sweating and panting, the fantasy fueling every thrust—her name on our lips like a secret. I rode him harder, commanding the rhythm, until he came with a growl, cum spilling hot as my own orgasm crashed through, bodies slick and spent in explosive release.
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