Elena strode into the hotel lobby like she owned it, her tailored suit hugging every curve after a grueling conference day. She spotted Marcus at the bar, that infuriating smirk already in place. "Fancy seeing you here, rival. Thought you'd be buried in spreadsheets instead of eyeing the whiskey," she quipped, sliding onto the stool beside him. Marcus chuckled, his eyes sparkling with challenge. "And miss the chance to debate you over drinks? Your designs are bold, Elena, but mine would have that client begging. Care to prove me wrong upstairs?" Their banter crackled with tension, each witty retort layering heat until Elena leaned in, her voice low. "Shower first. I'm dripping from the day, and you look like you need cooling off too." They ascended, the elevator ride thick with unspoken promises, her hand brushing his arm deliberately.
In the suite, steam already fogged the bathroom mirror as Elena stripped with confidence, her strong gaze locking on Marcus. "Don't just stand there gawking. Join me if you're horny enough." Marcus grinned, shedding clothes. "Bossy as ever. I like it." Water cascaded over them, hot and relentless. Elena pressed against him, her fingers tracing his chest. "This cock of yours better live up to the hype from your presentations." He pulled her closer, hands on her ass. "Feel how hard it is already? Your pussy's calling the shots here." She laughed sharply, gripping him. "Damn right it is. But let's see if you can handle my pace."
Elena dropped to her knees in the spray, water beading on her skin as she took his cock in hand. "Witty lines won't save you now," she teased before delivering a slow, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling while Marcus groaned, panting. "God, Elena, your mouth is sharper than your comebacks." She pulled back, smirking up at him. "Flattery gets you deeper. Stand up straight." He lifted her against the tiles, her legs wrapping strong around him. "You're wet and dripping for me," he murmured. "Horny doesn't begin to cover it," she shot back, guiding him in. Their bodies slid together, water mixing with sweat as thrusts built rhythmically.
Marcus thrust harder, her back arching as pleasure mounted. "Your pussy feels incredible, clenching like that." Elena dug nails into his shoulders, not yielding control. "And your cock is hitting every spot. Don't stop, or I'll finish without you." Panting filled the steamy air, bodies sweating under the cascade. She rode his rhythm, ass pressing back with each drive. "I'm close," he warned. "Then cum inside," she demanded fiercely. "Creampie me right here." He came with a groan, filling her pussy as she climaxed around him, cum mixing with the water dripping down their thighs.
They lingered in the afterglow, hearts racing. Elena stepped out first, towel in hand. "That was a solid opening round, Marcus. But the conference lasts all week."
Her eyes gleamed with promise as she added, "Round two might just involve the balcony next."
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