The evening started innocently enough with us lounging on the couch after dinner, but Lena's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in close. "You won't believe this video I found," she said, her voice low and teasing. "These women were dancing for a whole group of guys, stripping down right there, flashing their tits and pussies like it was the most natural thing." I raised an eyebrow, already feeling the heat rise. "Sounds like amateur hour. Bet they didn't hold a candle to you." She smirked, strong and unyielding, sliding closer. "Oh, they owned it. Got the men naked too, pulling out those long, thick cocks for everyone to see. Close-ups and everything—shaved and ready."
Her words painted the scene vividly, and soon her hand was on my thigh, witty banter flowing as she described the escalating action. "Imagine me doing that," she challenged, her fingers tracing higher. "Dancing, teasing, then dropping to my knees for a blowjob while you watch, panting and horny." I laughed, matching her fire. "You'd have me hard in seconds, but I'd turn the tables—make that pussy drip before you knew it." The tension built fast; clothes vanished in a flurry of sharp retorts and lingering touches until we were both naked, sweating under the dim lights.
Lena pushed me back with confident grace, straddling me as her wet pussy hovered teasingly. "No submission here," she quipped, gripping my hard cock and guiding it in with a gasp. We moved together, her ass grinding as I thrust deep, the room filling with panting moans and the slick sounds of skin on skin. She rode me fiercely, coming first with a cry that echoed her earlier tale, her juices dripping down my shaft. I followed soon after, my cum spilling hot inside her as we collapsed in a tangle of limbs.
The air hung heavy with satisfaction, but Lena's sly grin promised more as she whispered against my ear.
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