Elena kicked off her cleats in the hallway, sweat still glistening on her skin from the soccer match. "You played like you had something to prove tonight, Marcus," she teased, her voice sharp as she poured two glasses of water. The 38-year-old stud leaned against her counter, tattoos snaking over his big arms and strong thighs flexing under his shorts. "Maybe I did, 35 and still undefeated on the field. What's your excuse for that last goal?" Their eyes locked, tension crackling like static.
She stepped closer, not backing down. "My excuse is I was distracted by that 10-inch rumor you've been hiding. Care to confirm it, or are you all talk?" Marcus grinned, pulling her in. "Wrist-thick and rock hard, Elena. But a virgin at your age? That's the real surprise." She laughed, strong hands roaming his chest. "Surprise me back, stud. I'm horny as hell and dripping already."
Clothes hit the floor fast. His cock sprang free, hard and massive, making her pussy clench in anticipation. Elena dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as she took him deep, his groans mixing with her witty jabs. "Not bad for a beginner," he panted, but she stood, pushing him onto the couch. "Your turn to work for it."
He thrust into her virgin pussy, breaking the seal with one powerful stroke, her walls stretching around his thick cock. They moved together, sweating and panting, her ass slapping against his thighs as she rode him hard. "Fuck, you're so wet," he growled. Elena bit back, "And you're not stopping until I come." She climaxed first, then he followed, filling her with cum.
Round one left them breathless on the floor, but Elena's strong grip on his arm promised more. "Four rounds all night? Your swollen red pussy might not survive," Marcus warned with a smirk. She straddled him again, already horny. "Try me."
The night was just beginning, and Elena had no intention of letting him off easy.
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