Elena leaned against the mahogany desk, her sharp gaze pinning Marcus like a blade. 'You’ve been circling me all night with those hungry eyes, Marcus. Think you can deliver, or are you all talk and no thrust?' she quipped, her voice a velvet whip.
Marcus chuckled, stepping closer, the air thickening between them. 'Talk? Darling, I’ve got the stamina to back it up. But you? You’re the one who’ll be begging by the end.'
' Begging? Cute. I don’t beg—I command,' Elena shot back, her fingers tracing his jaw before yanking him into a fierce kiss. Clothes hit the floor in a flurry, her strong hands guiding him to the couch. She straddled him, her body radiating heat and power. 'Let’s see that cock of yours get hard for me.'
His length hardened instantly under her touch, throbbing as she stroked it with deliberate wit. 'Impressive, but can it handle a real woman?' she teased, lowering herself so her wet pussy brushed against him, dripping with anticipation. Marcus groaned, hands gripping her ass. 'You’re already soaked—horny much?'
' Horny and in charge,' she retorted, sinking down onto his cock with a gasp, riding him hard and fast. Sweat beaded on their skin as she set the pace, her pussy clenching around him. 'Deeper—don’t hold back, or I’ll finish without you.' Their panting filled the room, bodies slick and urgent.
Elena leaned in, whispering sharply, 'That blowjob earlier was just the appetizer. Now give me everything.' Marcus thrust up, his cock pulsing inside her dripping heat. 'Fuck, Elena—you’re incredible.' She smirked, grinding down, her ass slapping against him. 'I know. Now cum for me—inside.'
As he neared the edge, his body tensing, Elena held him there, strong and unyielding, the explosive moment hanging on the brink.
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