Elena lounged against the marble bar, her eyes locking onto Marcus with predatory grace. "So, you claim you can pass my test? Most men fold before the first round." Marcus smirked, swirling his whiskey. "I'm not most men, Elena. What's the wager?" She stepped closer, her fingers tracing his jaw. "Simple. I want to see if your cock gets hard enough to handle me. No games, no mercy."
"Challenge accepted," he shot back, voice low. "But don't pretend you're not already horny. I can smell it on you." Elena laughed sharply, pressing her body to his. "Oh, I'm dripping wet, darling, but that pussy of mine decides when it claims what it wants. First, prove it with a blowjob—on your knees if you dare." Marcus knelt, but she pulled him up, dominating the rhythm. "Not so fast. I control this."
Sweating under the dim lights, they panted as clothes fell away. Elena's ass ground against his growing hardness. "Feel that? My test is just beginning." He groaned, "You're impossible." She whispered, "And you're about to cum harder than ever." As she mounted him, guiding his cock deep, the explosive scene ignited with her in full command.
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