Elena strode into the upscale bar like she owned the night, her eyes locking onto Marcus with predatory wit. "You again? Last time your arguments were as limp as your excuses. Think you can handle a real challenge tonight?" Marcus smirked, leaning in. "Only if you admit my cock's the only thing that gets you truly hard to debate." Their banter crackled like electricity—sharp jabs about power plays and hidden desires—until Elena grabbed his tie and pulled him to the private suite. "Horny much?" she purred, shoving him against the wall. She stripped with deliberate control, revealing her ass and dripping wet pussy. "Watch closely. This blowjob will leave you sweating and panting." On her knees, Elena took his hard cock deep, her tongue working magic as he groaned. "Don't you dare cum yet," she commanded, her fingers teasing her own wet folds. Marcus panted, body glistening with sweat, utterly at her mercy. She intensified, making him throb until he finally came hard, cum spilling as she smirked in triumph.
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