In the shadowed lounge of an upscale hotel, Lena's sharp gaze pinned Marcus as he approached. "You again? Still dreaming you can handle a woman who doesn't bend?" she teased, swirling her drink with a wicked smile.
Marcus chuckled, leaning in. "Dreaming? More like plotting my survival. Last time you left me speechless—care to repeat the performance?"
"Only if you earn it," Lena shot back, her voice low and commanding. "I'm not here to submit. But you look like you could use a reminder of who's in charge." Their witty exchange crackled with tension, each barb drawing them closer until she grabbed his hand. "Upstairs. Now."
In the suite, Lena shoved Marcus onto the bed, straddling him with fierce confidence. "Feel that? My pussy's already wet and dripping for this." She ground against his growing hardness, her ass pressing firmly. "Horny doesn't even cover it—let's see that cock get hard for me."
Marcus groaned, sweating as she stripped him. "You're lethal, Lena. But two can play."
"Not tonight," she purred, sliding down to grip his throbbing shaft. "Time for that blowjob you've been craving." Her tongue teased him, building his panting breaths as she took control, her strong hands pinning his wrists. The air thickened with desire, leading to an explosive release as clothes scattered and bodies collided in heated promise.
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