Elena leaned against the marble bar, her crimson dress clinging like a second skin, eyes locked on Sophia across the crowded lounge. "You think you can just waltz in here and command the room, Sophia? I've built empires with less effort than your little smirk." Sophia chuckled, swirling her whiskey, her posture radiating unyielding confidence. "Darling, empires crumble when the queen decides to play. Tell me, are you horny enough to admit you want more than words tonight?" Their banter sharpened like a blade, witty jabs flying as they circled closer. "Your cocky attitude won't save you when I have you dripping," Elena purred, but Sophia countered, "Oh please, your pussy's already wet just from the chase—don't pretend otherwise." The tension exploded in a private suite, clothes torn away amid panting breaths and sweating skin. Sophia pushed Elena back, strong hands guiding but never yielding, her ass grinding against eager fingers. "Blowjob first? Or shall I make you beg?" Elena grinned wickedly, taking control as they tangled, hard bodies pressing, cum building in waves until they both came hard, fluids dripping in an explosive release that left them breathless and craving the next chapter.
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