Amy stretched out naked on the silk sheets, her body a map of curves that dared John to explore. "John, if you want that blowjob, you'd better earn it with more than just that cock of yours standing hard already," she quipped, propping herself on one elbow with a sly grin. John chuckled, crawling closer, his hands tracing her spine. "Earn it? Darling, your pussy's already wet and dripping at the thought. Don't pretend you're not horny for me."
She laughed sharply, rolling to face him. "Horny? Please. Your ego's bigger than your... assets. But fine, come here." Amy took him in her mouth for a teasing blowjob, her tongue sharp with witty jabs between strokes. "Mmm, not bad, but don't think this means you're in charge." Panting, John pulled back, his breath hot. "Turn over, Amy. Prone bone—face down, ass up just how I like."
"Reluctantly," she muttered, strong and unyielding even as she complied, pressing her face into the mattress. "But if you cum all over me again, I'll make you regret it." John positioned himself, his hard cock sliding into her wet pussy from behind, both sweating as he thrust deep. The room filled with panting and moans, her body responding despite her reluctance. "God, your ass feels incredible," he groaned. She fired back, "Focus on the pussy, not the commentary, or this ends now." The rhythm built explosively until John pulled out and came, his cum splattering across her back. Amy tensed, voice laced with disdain, "I hate it when you do that, you know. Next time, aim better or don't bother."
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