Ryan knocked once before the door swung open, revealing Lila leaning against the frame in nothing but a silk robe that barely clung to her curves. "Took you long enough," she said, her voice low and teasing. "I was starting to think you'd rather jerk off at home than handle what I've got waiting." Ryan stepped inside, eyes widening as she let the robe slip, turning to present her ass with a wicked grin. "Horny doesn't even cover it—my pussy's dripping just thinking about that hard cock of yours." He chuckled, closing the door. "Always the poet, Lila. What happened to 'hello'?" She arched her back, ass cheeks parting slightly. "Hello's for people who aren't already wet and aching. Now get over here before I change my mind and make you beg."
Lila dropped to her knees without waiting, her hands already working his belt. "This is mine tonight," she declared, freeing his hard cock and giving it a slow stroke. Ryan groaned, fingers threading through her hair. "Demanding as ever. You planning to talk it to death or actually use that mouth?" She laughed, sharp and bright, before taking him in with a wet slide, tongue swirling. "Mmm, both—multitasking's my specialty." The blowjob built fast, her head bobbing as she sucked, one hand cupping his balls while the other teased her own dripping pussy.
Sweating already, they moved to the couch in a tangle of limbs. Lila pushed him down, straddling but facing away to grind her ass against him. "Fuck me like you mean it," she panted, guiding his hard cock into her wet pussy. Ryan thrust up hard, hands gripping her hips. "Bossy tonight—love it when you take charge." Their rhythm turned frantic, bodies slapping together, sweat slicking skin as she rode him reverse, moaning witty taunts between gasps: "Harder, or are you saving energy for round two?"
Panting filled the room as they neared the edge, Lila's fingers circling her clit while Ryan pounded from below. "I'm close—don't you dare stop," she ordered, strong and unyielding. He grunted agreement, thrusting deeper until they came together in a shuddering rush, cum spilling everywhere—on her ass, his thighs, the cushions—marking the moment with raw heat.
Lila collapsed forward with a satisfied sigh, but glanced back over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with promise. "That was just the appetizer—next time, we're trying the kitchen counter."
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