Thalita eased her car into the dim, tree-lined pull-off, pulse hammering from the lie she'd spun to her husband about a late meeting. Camila leaned against her own vehicle, arms crossed, eyes gleaming with that old predatory spark. "You showed up. Bold, considering the fib you fed him."
Camila sauntered closer, voice dripping honeyed challenge. "Remember how we'd sneak off and I'd have you bent over before you could blink? Your pussy always betrayed you first—wet and dripping like it had a mind of its own." Thalita arched a brow, refusing to yield. "Past tense, Camila. I'm not the same woman who chased your games."
Camila's fingers brushed Thalita's hip, lingering with deliberate pressure. "Liar. You're already horny, aren't you? That ass still remembers my hands. Or did marriage dull your edge?" Thalita smirked, stepping into the touch instead of away. "Dull? Please. I came harder without you than you ever managed to deliver."
The taunt lit Camila's smug grin wider. She pressed Thalita back against the hood, lips grazing her ear. "Prove it. Or admit you're still aching for what only I give." Thalita's hands fisted in Camila's shirt, yanking her into a fierce kiss that turned bruising. "Fine. But I set the pace, ex."
Clothes shoved aside in the humid night, Camila's mouth trailed lower while her fingers found Thalita slick and ready. "Look at this pussy—swollen and dripping just for me. No cock ever made you pant like this." Thalita gasped, grinding down. "Shut up and use that mouth properly. I want your tongue where it counts."
Camila obliged, licking and sucking until Thalita was sweating, thighs trembling, the air filled with panting moans. "God, your ass feels perfect in my grip. Remember that blowjob you gave my strap-on like it was the real thing? You came so fast, cum all over my fingers." Thalita arched, riding the rhythm. "Harder—yes, make me come again."
They tumbled into frantic release, bodies slick and urgent until both shuddered through it. Camila pulled back just enough to whisper against damp skin, "Round one, darling."
But the night was far from over, and Camila's plans stretched well beyond this single stolen hour.
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