Ady strode into Sam's spacious living room wearing a loose pink furry tracksuit that hugged her curves just enough to tease. The fabric gaped at the back whenever she moved, flashing glimpses of smooth skin. Sam, leaning against the kitchen counter, caught the first peek of her ass crack as she bent to set down her bag. 'Nice place you've got here,' she said with a sharp smile, straightening up. 'Thanks for letting me crash while my apartment's being fixed.'
Sam grinned, his eyes flicking back to her face. 'Anytime. That tracksuit looks... comfortable. Very relaxed fit.' Ady laughed, a low, confident sound. 'Relaxed is the point. Keeps things breezy. You staring already, Sam? We've got eight days—pace yourself.' Her tone was playful but edged with steel; she wasn't here to be ogled without giving it back.
They bantered over coffee, Ady perched on a stool that made the tracksuit ride up. Every time she leaned forward, Sam got another view, but she noticed and arched a brow. 'Eyes up here, mister. Or are you hoping for a full show on day one?' Sam chuckled. 'Can't blame a guy for appreciating the view. You're making it hard to focus.' Ady smirked. 'Good. I like keeping things hard.' The air thickened with tension, their words dancing around the growing heat.
By evening, the flirting escalated. Ady changed into a tank top that clung to her breasts, the tracksuit bottoms slung low. Sam suggested a movie, but their conversation turned explicit. 'You know,' Ady said, voice husky, 'I've been horny since I walked in. That look you gave my ass? Made my pussy wet.' Sam shifted, his cock already hard against his jeans. 'Then let's do something about it. No games.'
Ady stood, strong and unyielding. 'Fine. But I lead.' She peeled off the tracksuit slowly, revealing her dripping pussy and firm ass. Sam followed, freeing his throbbing cock. She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling until he was panting. 'Not bad,' she murmured, standing to straddle him on the couch.
They fucked with raw intensity. Ady rode him hard, her wet pussy gripping his cock as she ground down, sweating and moaning. Sam thrust up, hands on her ass, both of them panting through witty jabs like 'Faster, or are you all talk?' She came first, clenching around him, then he followed, filling her with cum. They collapsed, bodies slick and satisfied.
Ady stretched, still naked and glowing. 'Eight days, Sam. This was just the start.' She winked, already planning her next move with that same strong spark in her eyes.
The tracksuit lay forgotten on the floor as Ady headed to her bedroom, leaving Sam wondering what new ways she'd find to keep him on edge tomorrow.
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