Elena arched a brow at Marcus across the hotel bar, her voice laced with challenge. "You stole my pitch and still lost the client—impressive failure, even for you." He grinned, leaning closer. "Failure? I call it strategy. Unlike you, I know when to go deep." Their banter sharpened into heat, her retort swift: "Deep? Prove it upstairs before I decide you're all talk and no cock."
In the suite, clothes hit the floor amid panting breaths. Elena shoved him to his knees, strong and unyielding. "Worship what you can't steal." Marcus spread her cheeks, tongue tracing her pink tight asshole as she gasped, her pussy already wet and dripping with need. "That's right—make me horny while you eat my ass like it's your last deal."
She flipped him onto the bed, taking his hard cock in a teasing blowjob, swirling her tongue until he groaned. "Not bad, but I set the pace." Sweating and panting, they tangled further; he thrust into her dripping pussy while fingering her ass, their witty jabs continuing between moans. "Harder—don't hold back now that you've had a taste."
Elena came first, clenching around him as he followed, his cum spilling hot and deep. They collapsed in a slick heap, her smirk intact. "Round one to me, rival." As she traced his jaw, she added, "But the real games—and my tightest secrets—start in the next chapter."
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