Elena lounged at the upscale bar, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd with the confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. At thirty-two, she ran her own design firm and had no time for timid advances. When a tall stranger slid onto the stool beside her and leaned in with a cocky grin, she raised an eyebrow. "Can you rate my cock?" he asked bluntly, his voice low but laced with challenge. Elena laughed, a rich, throaty sound that turned heads. "Bold opener. Most men start with a drink. What's your name, risk-taker?"
"Marcus," he replied, unfazed. "And you look like a woman who gives honest scores." Elena sipped her martini, her gaze dropping deliberately to his lap before meeting his eyes again. "Honest, yes. But only if it's worth my time. Tell me why I should bother rating anything of yours." Their banter sparked immediately, her wit sharp as she teased his audacity while he countered with clever retorts about her commanding presence. The tension built like static in the air, her strong posture never yielding as she leaned closer, her perfume mixing with the scent of his cologne.
By the time they reached her sleek apartment, the air crackled with anticipation. Elena pushed Marcus against the door, her hands exploring with purpose. "Let's see what we're working with," she said, unzipping him slowly. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking firmly. "Not bad. Thick, veiny. I'd give it a seven so far." Marcus groaned, but she silenced him with a kiss, her tongue demanding. She dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth for a slow, teasing blowjob, her tongue swirling as he grew harder.
"Fuck, Elena, your mouth is incredible," he panted, hands in her hair. She pulled back, eyes flashing. "I'm in charge here. Lie down." Stripping, she revealed her wet pussy, dripping with arousal. Straddling him, she rubbed her slick folds along his cock, making them both moan. "Eight now—it's got potential." She sank down, impaling herself, riding him with powerful thrusts. Sweat beaded on their skin as she ground her ass against him, her strong thighs flexing. Marcus thrust up, hitting deep, and she came first, her pussy clenching around him.
He followed, groaning as he came inside her, cum spilling as she milked every drop. Panting and sweaty, they collapsed, but Elena smirked. "Solid nine. Room for improvement in round two." She traced his chest, already plotting how much further this game could go.
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