Elena checked her inbox and spotted the cryptic message from rhall21@tempforward.com. "Meet me at the rooftop bar at eight. Bring your wit and leave the rest behind," it read. She smirked, intrigued by the bold stranger. At the bar, Marcus leaned in with a grin. "I hoped you'd come. Your reputation precedes you." Elena arched a brow. "And what reputation is that? The one that says I don't play games unless they're worth winning?" Their banter sparked instantly, witty jabs flying as tension built. "You're awfully confident for someone who's only seen my email address," she teased. Marcus countered, "Confidence comes easy when the prize is someone who knows exactly what she wants." Back at his apartment, clothes hit the floor amid panting breaths. Elena pushed him onto the bed, straddling his hard cock as she guided it into her wet pussy. "Don't think you're in charge," she said, riding him with fierce rhythm while he gripped her ass. He groaned, receiving a blowjob that left him sweating and dripping with need. "You're so horny and tight," he panted. She came first, then he followed, filling her with cum. As they caught their breath, Elena whispered, "This was just the preview."
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