Elena leaned against the marble bar, her eyes locking onto Marcus with a smirk that could slice glass. "You keep staring like you've never seen a woman who knows exactly what she wants," she purred, swirling her drink. Marcus chuckled, stepping closer. "And you keep teasing like you think I won't call your bluff. That little secret under your dress—is it twitching yet?"
She laughed sharply, not missing a beat. "Oh, the tail plug? It's keeping my ass nicely occupied while my pussy gets wetter by the second. But don't flatter yourself; I'm the one deciding when it comes out." Marcus raised an eyebrow, his voice dropping. "Horny already? I bet it's dripping down your thighs. Care to prove me wrong?"
They slipped into the private lounge, the air thick with tension. Elena pushed him onto the velvet couch, straddling his lap without hesitation. "Strong women don't beg, darling. They command." She unzipped him, wrapping her fingers around his hardening cock. "Look at that—already hard for me." With a wicked grin, she leaned down for a slow, teasing blowjob, her tongue working him as he groaned.
Panting, Marcus gripped her hips. "You're going to make me cum before we even start." Elena pulled back, sweating lightly from the heat between them. "Not yet. First, you remove my tail plug—gently—then fuck my ass hard while my pussy drips all over you." She turned, presenting her ass, the fluffy tail swaying. As he eased the plug free, she moaned, "That's it. Now claim both holes like you mean it." The scene ignited as he positioned himself, her strong voice guiding every thrust to come.
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