I lounged at the dimly lit bar, my skirt hugging my curves just right, when he approached—married, conflicted, but drawn like a moth to flame. 'You have an intriguing smile,' he said, voice steady yet eyes wandering. I leaned in, my tone sharp and teasing. 'Intriguing? Darling, it's the kind that makes good boys question their vows. What brings a man like you to flirt with danger tonight?' Our banter sparked, witty and electric. He dodged his ring with a laugh; I countered, 'Your wedding band doesn't hide how hard you're getting just talking to me. Imagine what my lips could do.' Light dirty talk flowed as we left for my place, the air thick with promise.
At my apartment, my futa friend greeted us with a knowing smirk, her presence commanding. Together we circled him, fingers tracing his chest, lips brushing his neck. 'Feel that shiver? Your body's betraying you already,' I whispered, while she added, 'So eager, yet fighting it—adorable.' Teasing escalated with soft kisses and wandering hands, building his arousal. My friend dropped to her knees, taking his cock into her mouth for a slow, wet blowjob, her tongue swirling expertly. I pressed behind him, pinching his nipples and murmuring, 'Look at you, panting and horny already. Doesn't it feel wickedly good?'
I joined briefly, our mouths sharing his hard length, saliva dripping as we licked and sucked in tandem, his gasps filling the room. Switching back, I straddled his chest lightly, skirt hiked, revealing my big cock. Shock mixed with lust in his eyes. 'Surprised? But you're dripping wet for it,' I teased, grinding subtly. He reached out, pleasuring me as my friend continued her blowjob, her finger now teasing his ass. The heat built, our dirty talk relentless: 'Imagine how satisfying this feels—giving in, tasting us.' Sweating and panting, we shifted toward more, the explosive tension coiling tight.
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