I first locked eyes with Elena across the crowded lounge, her sharp gaze and tailored suit radiating unapologetic power as she approached with a knowing grin. "You seem like the type who talks big but folds fast," she teased, leaning in close. "Or maybe you're just waiting for a real woman to call the shots."
Our banter crackled with wit over drinks—her quips about my wandering eyes met my retorts about her bossy streak—until the tension pulled us back to her sleek apartment. She shoved me to my knees, my cock already hard and straining as she hiked up her skirt. "Let's see if that mouth is good for more than clever lines."
Her pussy was wet and dripping with heat, the scent driving me wild while I was sweating and panting with need. "Eat me like you're horny for it," she ordered, gripping my hair. I dove in, tongue working her folds as she ground against my face.
Elena came with a shuddering cry, flooding my mouth with her cum. "Swallow every drop," she commanded, her voice steady and strong. I obeyed without hesitation, the taste lingering as she pulled back.
"Strip now," she said, already producing a razor and silky garments. She shaved me smooth, slid panties and a bra onto my body, then zipped me into a cute dress with flowers before styling my hair and applying makeup with expert hands.
"Perfect. Time for our date," Elena declared, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she adjusted my collar. My phone buzzed in the taxi, hinting at the thrill yet to unfold.
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