The apartment hummed with the clink of glasses and low laughter as Oleg arrived, his eyes locking onto Alla like a predator spotting fresh prey. Vitalik shifted nervously. "Alla, this is Oleg—my old friend crashing for a bit. Oleg, meet Alla, my... renter."
Oleg smirked, extending a hand that lingered too long. "Renter? Vitalik, you sly dog, hiding a woman like this? Those rumors about me being a ladies' man—pure fiction, I swear. But with you around, I might just reform."
Alla arched a brow, her voice sharp as a whip. "Reform? How dull. I prefer men who own their appetites. Vitalik's been tight-lipped about you, but whispers travel. Huge... reputation, isn't it?" She sipped her wine, gaze steady, refusing to yield an inch.
They drank deep into the night, the air thickening with tension. Oleg leaned in, witty barbs flying. "If you're just renting, perhaps I could tempt you to sublet a night or two? Vitalik won't mind—friends share, right?"
"Share?" Alla countered, lips curving. "Only if the terms are mine. And I don't do sloppy seconds." Vitalik chuckled awkwardly, but the spark in Alla's eyes promised fire.
Alla excused herself first, retreating to her room with a sway that dared pursuit. Hours later, through the haze of sleep and wine, she felt a warm body press close—hands roaming her breasts, stirring heat. She moaned softly, assuming Vitalik's familiar touch, her body responding with wet anticipation.
But the grip turned rougher, fingers tugging her hair as a hard cock brushed her lips. Her eyes snapped open to Oleg's grin. "Surprise, beautiful. Vitalik's out cold. Time to see if that mouth matches your wit."
Alla didn't flinch. She was no one's plaything. "Bold move, Oleg. But if you want this pussy dripping for you, earn it." She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, stroking the hard length with commanding confidence. "On your knees? No—mine." Pushing him back, she knelt, taking his cock into her mouth in one bold slide, tongue swirling as she set the pace.
Oleg groaned, panting, "Fuck, you're..." She pulled off, saliva dripping, eyes blazing. "Shut up and take what I give." Her blowjob was masterful—deep, rhythmic, her hand working the base while her free fingers teased her own wet folds. He came hard, flooding her mouth with cum; she swallowed every drop, savoring the taste, then licked him clean with a wicked smile.
Sweating and horny, she mounted him next, guiding his still-hard cock into her dripping pussy, riding him with fierce control. "This ass is mine to offer," she panted, grinding deep until they both shattered in explosive release, bodies slick and intertwined. Oleg was hooked—but Alla held the reins.
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