Alla leaned against the kitchen counter, swirling her wine glass with a smirk. "Vitalik, darling, your friend Oleg is a ladies' man with a rumored monster cock, and you want him under our roof? Pretending I'm just your tenant? This is either genius or the start of a delicious disaster." Vitalik paced, anxious. "He has nowhere else, and he doesn't know we're married. If he finds out we hid the wedding... he'll be furious. Help me keep the lie, Alla. For our friendship." She arched a brow, voice sharp and teasing. "Fine, but if he paws at me, I'll handle it my way—witty, not weak." The doorbell rang. Oleg strode in, tall and cocky, eyes locking on Alla like a hunter. "Vitalik, you sly dog, hiding this beauty? Alla, is it? Renting a room? Lucky me." His grin was wicked. "I could use some company while I crash here." They drank deep into the night, dialogue flying like sparks—Oleg's bold innuendos met with Alla's quick retorts: "Big talk for a man who just met me. Prove that 'huge' rumor or shut it." Alla retired first, tipsy, slipping into bed. Through a drunken haze, hands caressed her breasts, sliding lower, making her pussy wet and dripping. She moaned, horny, thinking it was Vitalik. "Mmm, keep going..." But rough hands yanked her hair, and a hard, thick cock thrust into her mouth. Her eyes flew open—Oleg! She pulled back, panting, "You bastard, this isn't the game—" Yet her strong hands gripped his ass, turning it seductive as she took control, tongue swirling his cock in a blowjob that left him sweating. He came hard, flooding her mouth with cum; she swallowed every drop, eyes defiant. "Tasty, but next time ask nicely." The night exploded into passion, bodies tangled, her pussy clenching as he drove deep, both panting in ecstasy.
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