Elena leaned against the bar, her eyes locking onto Marcus with a smirk that could cut glass. "So, you really think you can handle a night of pure NSFW with me?" she teased, swirling her drink. Marcus chuckled, leaning closer. "Only if you promise not to hold back—I've seen how sharp that tongue of yours is." Their banter crackled with tension as she traced a finger along his arm. "Sharp enough to make you beg, darling. But let's see if that cock of yours lives up to the hype."
Back at her apartment, clothes hit the floor amid panting breaths and hungry kisses. Elena pushed him onto the bed, straddling him with fierce confidence. "You're already so hard for me," she whispered, gripping his throbbing cock. Marcus groaned, hands roaming her curves. "And you're dripping wet—don't pretend you're not horny as hell." She laughed, lowering herself onto him, her pussy enveloping his length in one slick motion.
They moved together in a sweaty rhythm, her riding him with powerful thrusts while trading witty barbs. "Is that all you've got?" she challenged, clenching around him. "Fuck, Elena, your ass looks incredible bouncing like that," he shot back, gripping her hips. She leaned down for a deep kiss, then slid off to give him a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling until he was on edge. "Cum for me," she demanded, but pulled away, flipping to take him from behind.
The climax hit hard as he thrust into her dripping pussy, both crying out as waves of pleasure crashed over them—he came with a shudder, filling her while she moaned in ecstasy. Collapsing in a tangle of limbs, Elena grinned. "Not bad for round one."
But as Marcus pulled her close, her eyes sparkled with mischief, hinting at the wild chapters yet to unfold.
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