The city lights flickered through the penthouse windows as I leaned against the bar, swirling my whiskey and watching Polly stride in like she owned the night. Her black dress hugged every curve, and that knowing smirk told me she was ready for whatever game we played tonight. "You look like trouble," I said, my voice low and commanding. She laughed, sharp and witty, tossing her hair back. "And you look like a man who thinks he can handle it. Careful, dom, I bite back." We circled each other with teasing words, her fingers brushing my arm as she described how she'd spent the day imagining my hands on her. The air thickened with tension, her eyes sparkling with challenge as she admitted how horny the thought made her.
Polly pressed closer, her breath hot against my ear while she whispered filthy ideas, daring me to take control. I pulled her in, my fingers tracing the edge of her dress before slipping beneath to tease her already wet pussy. She gasped but fired back with a quip about my growing hardness pressing against her. "Is that all you've got, or are you going to make me drip properly?" Her strong hands gripped my shoulders, refusing to yield easily as I fingered her slowly, circling her clit until she panted and rocked against me. The room filled with her moans mixed with laughter, our dialogue turning dirtier with every stroke.
I dropped to my knees, spreading her legs and diving into her pussy with my tongue, licking and sucking while she gripped my hair and directed me with sassy commands. "Eat it like you mean it, make me cum hard," she demanded, her voice steady even as her thighs trembled. I obliged, adding fingers to stretch her dripping entrance, building her pleasure until she came with a shuddering cry, juices coating my face. She pulled me up for a deep kiss, tasting herself, then sank down to give me a sloppy blowjob, her tongue working my hard cock with expert twists and witty remarks between sucks about how she'd make me cum next.
Sweating and panting, we moved to the bed where I dominated the pace, flipping her onto all fours. I teased her ass with my fingers while pounding into her pussy, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that had her screaming my name. Polly came again, her walls clenching tight around my cock as she flooded with wetness. Not satisfied, I switched to her ass, easing in slowly at first then thrusting deep, her strong voice egging me on with dirty encouragement. "Fuck my ass harder, fill me up," she challenged, cumming hard once more from the dual sensations.
I pulled out at the peak, stroking my cock to shoot thick ropes of cum across her face, watching it drip down as she licked her lips with a satisfied grin. Then I plunged back into her pussy, cumming deep inside with a groan, followed by another load in her ass as she milked every drop. We collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts racing from the intensity. "I love you," I murmured, and she echoed it back fiercely, her strong arms wrapping around me. We drifted off, my cock still buried in her, the connection unbreakable.
But as dawn hinted at the horizon, whispers of even wilder nights lingered, promising chapters yet unwritten.
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