Elena adjusted the blue velvet dress that hugged her like a secret, its soft sheen catching the lounge lights as she sipped her martini. The fabric whispered promises against her thighs, and she knew exactly why she'd chosen it tonight.
Marcus slid onto the stool beside her, eyes tracing the curve of her neck. "That dress should come with a warning label," he said, voice low and amused. "It makes men forget their manners."
Elena met his gaze without blinking. "Good. I prefer men who skip the small talk and get to the point. What's your excuse for staring?"
"Curiosity," he replied, leaning closer. "Wondering if the woman inside it is as bold as the velvet."
She laughed, sharp and inviting. "Buy me another drink and find out. Or are you all talk?" Their words sparked hotter with every exchange until she took his hand and led him to the velvet-draped alcove. "Show me your curiosity," she commanded, pressing him back.
Marcus's hands found her ass as she freed his cock, already hard and throbbing. She dropped to her knees for a slow, teasing blowjob that left him panting. "You're making me so horny," he groaned. Elena rose, her pussy wet and dripping, and straddled him, guiding his hard length inside her. They moved together, sweating and urgent, until she came with a cry and he followed, cum spilling hot between them.
As they caught their breath, Elena traced a finger along his jaw. "Blue velvet suits you... but next time, I want to see how it looks on the floor."
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