Elena swirled her whiskey, eyes sharp as she spotted him across the bar—tall, mysterious, with that smirk begging for a challenge. 'You staring, or plotting world domination?' she quipped, striding over with hips swaying like a promise. He chuckled, 'World domination? Too ambitious. How about conquering that witty tongue of yours?' Elena arched a brow, leaning in close. 'Cute. But my tongue's sharper than your lines, stranger. Name's Elena. And you?'
'Lucas,' he replied, voice low. 'And I bet that sharp tongue hides a pussy dripping wet already.' She laughed, a throaty sound. 'Bold. My pussy stays wet for those who earn it—not boys who guess. Buy me a drink, and maybe I'll let you feel how hard my nipples get when I'm horny.' Their banter sparked: he teased about her 'ass that could stop traffic,' she fired back, 'Traffic? Honey, my ass stops hearts. Yours included if you keep panting like that.' Drinks flowed, tension built until she grabbed his hand. 'Room. Now. No submission here—I'm riding that cock until you beg.'
In the suite, clothes flew. Elena pushed him down, her strong hands stroking his hard cock. 'Look at you, already throbbing.' She dropped to give a blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. 'Fuck, Elena—' 'Shut up and enjoy,' she commanded, wet and dripping herself. Sweating, panting, she mounted him, pussy clenching around his cock. 'Harder? Or is this too much for you?' The explosive rhythm built—her ass bouncing, both came in waves of cum, bodies slick and satisfied.
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