The dim lounge hummed with low jazz as Marcus spotted them: three foreign women at the corner table, their slim cigarettes glowing like invitations. The French one, Elise, exhaled a perfect ring; the Italian, Sofia, tapped ash with a smirk; the Spanish, Lucia, crossed her legs and watched the room. He approached, drawn by the smoke and their effortless allure. "Ladies, mind if I join? That scent is intoxicating," he said, his voice low. Elise arched a brow. "Only if you can handle more than just watching, stranger." Sofia laughed, sharp and bright. "He's already hooked—look at those eyes." Lucia leaned in. "Prove it, then. What's your poison?" Their banter sparked, witty and charged, as they drew him closer, each puff deliberate and teasing. Infatuation flickered; they competed with glances and quips, strong and unyielding. Soon Elise pulled him aside, her hand firm on his arm. "My turn first," she declared, pushing him against the wall. She dropped to her knees, taking his hard cock into her mouth for a deep blowjob, her tongue swirling as he groaned. Panting, she stood, hiking her skirt to reveal her wet pussy, dripping with need. "Fuck me like you mean it," she demanded, strong and in control. Marcus thrust into her, gripping her ass, both sweating and horny as she rode him fiercely. She came hard, her walls clenching, and he followed, spilling cum deep inside. "Not bad," Elise purred, adjusting her clothes. "But the others will want their shot."
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