Elton and Maven pulled into the empty driveway first, the house looming quiet ahead of the inspection crew. Nicole’s laughing emoji lit up the group chat: “We took the wrong turn!” Rob chimed in that he was twenty minutes out, while Mikka panicked about being forty minutes lost. Maven and Elton glanced at each other and laughed, the tension already crackling in the hush. “Do we wait here in the car or head to the site?” Maven asked, her voice low and teasing. “Where’s your promise?” Elton shot back, grinning like a kid who’d just dared her. Maven laughed, then leaned in and kissed him—soft, lingering, a minute that stretched in the parked car. “That’s all?” he murmured against her lips. The second kiss ignited without hesitation, deepening fast as her hands slipped beneath his shirt, palms warm on his chest. “Not wrinkling this for anyone,” she said sharply, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes with a wicked spark. “You started it—now finish what you promised.” Elton groaned, breath catching as she straddled him in the driver’s seat, her fingers already working his belt. “Horny already? The others could show any minute,” he teased, but his cock was hard and straining against her touch. Maven smirked, strong and unyielding, freeing him and stroking once before lowering her mouth for a quick, filthy blowjob that left him panting. “They’ll wait,” she said, voice dripping with confidence as she shed her jeans and guided his cock to her wet pussy. She sank down, riding him with deliberate power, ass grinding as sweat beaded on her skin. Their pace built frantic—her pussy clenching, his hands gripping her hips—until they both came hard, cum spilling as they panted and trembled in the steamy car. The house keys jingled forgotten on the dash. “Round two inside, before the rest arrive?” she challenged, already reaching for the door.
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