Eamniouz lounged against the velvet bar in the shadowed lounge, his long grey hair framing a face of pale, androgynous beauty that mixed cute allure with something decidedly slutty. At thirty-seven and barely five-foot-seven, his slender frame drew eyes, but he waited for the right spark.
A statuesque woman in a tailored suit slid beside him, her posture commanding. "That hair and those grey eyes say you're trouble, but the rest of you screams you'd enjoy proving it," she quipped, voice low and confident.
Eamniouz arched a brow, lips curving. "And you look like someone who thinks she can handle more than she can chew. Care to test that theory, or are we just trading barbs all night?"
Her laugh was sharp. "I don't beg, pretty boy. But I do take what I want." She leaned in, fingers tracing his jaw. "Your move."
They slipped to a private alcove where witty sparring turned heated. "You're already hard for me," she noted, gripping his cock through his clothes. "Horny little thing."
Eamniouz panted as she stripped him, her strong hands exploring. She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, tongue working until he was sweating and dripping. Flipping positions, she mounted him, guiding his cock into her wet pussy while he gripped her ass. "Ride it," he challenged between thrusts. They moved frantically, her strong thighs controlling the pace until they both came hard, cum slick between them.
She traced his lips with a finger, eyes gleaming. "This was just the opening move, Eamniouz—next time I want to see how far that cute slutty streak really goes."
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