Elena leaned against the moonlit window, her sweatpants clinging to her curves as she eyed Marcus with a wicked grin. "You really think you can handle this body, or are you just here to play pretend?" she quipped, her voice sharp as a whip. Marcus smirked back, stepping closer. "Oh, I don't pretend, Elena. I deliver. But let's see if that sharp tongue of yours keeps up when things get... heated." He pulled her in, sucking on her nipple like a baby at its mother's breast, hands wandering down to rub her pussy over the fabric. She felt herself grow wet instantly, but she wasn't about to submit. "Mmm, gentle but firm—smart move. Don't stop now, or I'll make you beg," she panted, undoing her pants herself and guiding his fingers through to her soaked panties. He rubbed her clit, slow at first then faster, sending waves through her body to her boobs. "Fuck, you're dripping already," he growled. "Horny much?" Elena laughed breathlessly, "Says the one whose cock is getting hard in those boxers. Keep going and I might let you taste more." He fingered her hard, nearly making her squirt, but stopped with a smirk. She shoved him back, stripping him to boxers and herself fully naked. "My turn to lead, stud." Sweating and panting, she climbed on top, kissing him deeply while his hands gripped her ass, spanking and squeezing. "Harder—don't tease," she demanded, biting his neck with hickeys, pinching his nipples. He spanked her ass hard in response; she moaned, enjoying every sting. "That's it, make my pussy ache for that cock. Ready for me to ride you till we both cum?" Her wetness dripped onto him as she positioned over his hard length, leading to the explosive climax ahead.
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