Thalita slid into the passenger seat of Camila's car, the lie to her husband still burning on her tongue. "You said this was just coffee," she snapped, but Camila's smirk only deepened as she parked in the shadowed lot. "Coffee's boring. We both know why you're here, Thalita—admit it, or keep pretending that ring means something." Camila's hand brushed her thigh, fingers tracing old territory with wicked precision. "Remember how you used to beg for my tongue on your pussy after a long day? Your husband could never make you drip like that."
Thalita laughed sharply, pushing the hand away but not hard enough. "You're dangerously smug for an ex. That was years ago—before I chose stability over your games." Camila leaned closer, voice low and taunting. "Stability? Please. Your pulse is racing, and I bet your panties are already wet. Tell me you haven't thought about my fingers inside you while you fake it at home." The touch returned, bolder now, sliding under the hem of Thalita's skirt. Thalita's breath hitched, but she fired back, "Keep talking like that and I'll show you exactly how much I haven't missed you."
Camila's eyes gleamed with triumph as Thalita's thighs parted despite herself. "There it is—my strong, stubborn wife finally getting horny. Your ass always looked better bent over my seat." She tugged Thalita closer, lips grazing her ear. "Want me to prove it? Or are you going to run back to that boring life?" Thalita grabbed Camila's wrist, not to stop her but to guide it higher. "Shut up and touch me already, or I'll make you regret the taunting."
Fingers plunged in without mercy, finding Thalita's pussy slick and dripping. "Fuck, you're soaked," Camila murmured, pumping steadily while her thumb circled the swollen clit. "Remember that time you gave me a blowjob in the backseat? You sucked like you needed it to breathe." Thalita moaned, hips rocking, her strong hands fisting Camila's hair. "Harder—don't you dare stop now. Make me come like you used to."
Sweating and panting, Thalita rode the thrusts, ass grinding against the seat as Camila added another finger. "Your cock fantasies with him never compared to this, did they?" Camila taunted, curling deep. Thalita came with a sharp cry, cum coating Camila's hand, body shuddering but eyes defiant. "Your turn next time—if you can handle me."
Camila withdrew slowly, licking her fingers clean with a smug grin. "This isn't over, Thalita. Your lies just bought us the first round."
The night air thickened with the promise of what came next.
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