Ady stepped into Sam's spacious living room wearing a loose pink furry tracksuit that clung just enough to hint at her curves while promising accidental reveals. Sam, her old college friend hosting her for the next eight days while her apartment was renovated, greeted her with a warm smile and sharp wit. "That tracksuit looks like it was designed by a mischievous tailor," he teased, eyes twinkling. Ady laughed confidently, tossing her hair. "It keeps me comfortable, Sam. Don't get any ideas." Their banter flowed easily over coffee, tension simmering beneath witty exchanges about old times and new attractions. As she bent to grab her bag, the loose fabric parted, flashing a glimpse of ass crack that Sam couldn't ignore. He shifted, feeling his cock harden, but Ady straightened with a knowing smirk. "Caught you looking?" she said playfully, not submissive but challenging him. The day unfolded with more close calls—her bending for dropped items, Sam finding excuses to linger nearby. By evening, after dinner and more flirtatious dialogue, Ady admitted the attraction. "You're trying to seduce me, aren't you?" she asked, strong and direct. Sam admitted it, voice husky. "Guilty. You're driving me wild." Clothes came off in a rush of heat. Ady pushed him onto the couch, straddling him as her pussy grew wet and dripping. She took his hard cock in hand, giving a teasing blowjob that left him panting and sweating. "You like that?" she quipped between licks. He groaned, pulling her up for a deep kiss. She rode him, her ass bouncing as he thrust into her tight pussy, both coming hard with cries of pleasure, cum spilling as they panted. Ady grinned, strong and satisfied. "That was just the start." The night air hummed with promise as she whispered, "Eight days might not be enough."
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