We were sprawled on the couch after dinner when Lena leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You won't believe this video I stumbled on," she said, her voice low and teasing. "These women danced for a whole group of men, stripping down right there, flashing their tits and pussies like it was nothing."
I shifted, already feeling the heat rise. "And you watched all that?" I asked, trying to keep it light. She laughed, strong and unapologetic. "Watched? I studied it. When they got naked, they turned the tables—yanked those guys' pants off to show off their cocks, some long and thick enough to make you stare."
"Sounds like they had the upper hand," I replied, my pulse quickening. Lena smirked, her hand brushing my thigh. "Always do. Then it cut to the real action, close-ups of shaved pussies and hard cocks sliding together. Got me so horny I had to tell someone."
She stood, pulling me up with her, our mouths crashing in a kiss full of promise. "Show me what that video did to you," I murmured. Lena pushed me back onto the bed, her fingers already working my belt. "Watch and learn," she said, dropping to her knees for a slow, deliberate blowjob that left me panting and hard.
Clothes hit the floor fast. She straddled me, her pussy wet and dripping as she guided my cock inside, riding with confident rolls of her hips. Sweat beaded on our skin while she ground down, ass flexing, taking control. "Deeper," she demanded between witty jabs about the video's stars. I came first, but she followed, her body clenching around me.
We collapsed, breathing heavy, the air thick with the scent of sex. Lena traced a finger down my chest. "That was just the preview," she whispered, hinting at the wilder nights ahead.
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