Lena tossed her keys onto the hotel dresser and kicked off her heels, the city lights flickering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their suite. "Another boring conference done," she said, turning to Marcus with a wicked grin. "How about we make this night interesting? Truth or dare, but with actual stakes—no backing out."
Marcus raised an eyebrow, loosening his tie. "You think you can handle me, Lena? Last time you dared me into that strip poker game, you lost your shirt first."
"Only because I let you win," she shot back, already unbuttoning her blouse. "Truth: have you been thinking about fucking me since we checked in?"
"Dare," he countered, stepping closer. "I dare you to show me how wet you are right now." Lena laughed, sliding her skirt down to reveal lace panties already damp. She hooked a finger in them, pulling them aside. "Your turn—truth or dare?"
The game spiraled fast. Marcus dared her into a slow blowjob that left him hard and groaning, her tongue teasing until he was panting. She dared him to bend her over the bed, his hands gripping her ass as he thrust into her dripping pussy. "God, you're so tight," he muttered. "And you're so cocky for someone sweating already," she replied, riding him harder, her strong thighs clenching as she took control.
They came together in a rush, bodies slick and tangled, cum dripping down her thighs while they caught their breath. Lena smirked, tracing a finger along his chest. "Round two starts now, but next dare's mine—and it involves the balcony."
The night was far from over.
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