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Lisa kicked off her heels after another brutal day at the office, her body still buzzing with stress and something far more urgent. She grabbed her phone, thumbs flying as she texted Tom: "Get over here. Now. I'm horny as hell and my pussy's already wet and dripping." His reply came quick and cocky: "Demanding tonight? What's got you so wound up?" She smirked, firing back, "You, if you hurry. Or do I need to handle this myself?"

Tom arrived ten minutes later, door barely shut before Lisa pulled him in. "Look at you, hard as a rock already," she teased, pressing against him with a wicked grin. "Tough day at work leaves me in charge, lover. Pants off." Tom chuckled, witty as ever: "Bossy after hours? I like it. But don't think you're the only one calling shots." She arched a brow, strong and unyielding. "Watch me."

Lisa dropped to her knees without hesitation, her ass jiggling as she tugged his clothes aside for a sloppy blowjob. She worked him with expert rhythm, tongue swirling, while he groaned above her. "Damn, Lisa, you're relentless," Tom panted, hands in her hair. She pulled back just enough to quip, "Complaining? I can stop." "Hell no," he shot back, voice rough.

They barely made it to the couch before clothes vanished. Lisa straddled him, guiding his cock into her wet pussy with a gasp of satisfaction. "Fuck me hard," she ordered, riding him with fierce control, her strong thighs flexing. Tom thrust up to meet her, sweating and panting as the intensity built. "You feel incredible," he managed between breaths, "but I'm not letting you win this round."

The room filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, both of them dripping with sweat. Lisa's ass bounced with every grind, her witty barbs turning to moans as pleasure mounted. "Deeper, Tom—don't hold back now," she demanded, clenching around him. He gripped her hips, matching her pace until the edge hit.

Tom came with a guttural cry, filling her with his cum as her pussy clenched around his cock in waves of release. They collapsed together, panting and laughing softly. Lisa traced a finger down his chest, already plotting what came next.

"Round two's mine to direct, but you'll beg for chapter three."