Araba leaned against the sleek hotel bar, her sharp eyes catching every detail of the room. As a top negotiator, she never waited for opportunities—she seized them. A tall stranger slid onto the stool beside her, flashing a grin. "You look like trouble in the best way," he said. She smirked, swirling her drink. "And you look like you might actually handle it. What's your name, or should I just call you my next mistake?"
They bantered for an hour, her wit slicing through his charm like a blade. "Most men bore me by now," Araba teased, leaning closer. "But you? You're making me curious—and horny." His eyes darkened as she stood, pulling him toward the elevator without asking. The door barely closed before her hands were on him, feeling his cock grow hard under her touch. "No games," she whispered. "I want this now."
In the suite, clothes hit the floor amid panting breaths and sharp laughs. Araba pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hips with commanding grace. "You think you can keep up?" she challenged, grinding her wet pussy against him. He groaned, hands gripping her ass as she lowered herself, taking his hard cock deep inside. The rhythm built fast, her strong thighs driving every thrust while witty quips flew between moans.
She slid down to give him a teasing blowjob, her tongue working expertly until he was throbbing. "Don't you dare come yet," she ordered, climbing back on. Sweat glistened on their skin as she rode him harder, her pussy dripping with need. He thrust up to meet her, fingers teasing her clit until she came with a fierce cry, her body clenching tight. He followed moments later, cum spilling as they collapsed, panting and satisfied.
Araba traced a finger down his chest, already plotting her next move. "Round one was fun, but the real games start tomorrow."
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