Elena lounged against the marble bar in her sleek penthouse, glass of whiskey in hand, eyes locked on Marcus as he entered. 'Late again, darling? Or were you busy rehearsing how you'd beg tonight?' Her voice sliced like silk over steel. Marcus grinned, loosening his tie. 'Only if it gets me under that sharp tongue of yours, Elena. You know I live for the challenge.'
She stepped closer, heels echoing, her fingers tracing his jaw. 'Challenge? Cute. Strip. Now.' He obeyed with a chuckle, but her gaze pinned him. 'Look at that cock already hard for me. Pathetic and perfect.' Elena shed her dress, revealing curves that demanded worship, then pushed him to his knees. 'Worship my ass first—kiss it like you mean it.'
Witty banter flew as he complied, her moans mixing with commands. 'Deeper, or I'll make you watch me drip without touching.' Soon she straddled his face, her wet pussy grinding against his tongue, dripping with arousal. 'That's it—make me horny while I control every pant.' Marcus gasped, 'You're killing me,' but she laughed sharply. 'Good. Now the blowjob—slow, no hands, or I stop.'
Tension built to explosion: Elena mounted him, her strong thighs locking as she rode his throbbing cock, ass slapping, bodies sweating and panting. 'Fuck me harder? No—you take what I give.' She came first, then milked his cum with a wicked grin, both lost in dominant fire.
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